The rain is pouring, cleaning my belief,
Bringing with itself such a great relief.
What to believe? The people's mind,
And all the stuff that makes life senseless.
Or trust the preaches of the time
Of those pretending creatures sinless.
Believe in fate, in all the virtues
That really exist in world?
In everything, written in fortunes,
Or in the tortures, all the cold.
The rain is pouring, cleaning my belief,
Bringing with itself such a great relief.
I do believe, but not in words or vows.
Oh, it's enough of this sweet poison.
It is so easy to let them from your mouth,
However, they make soul stoned, frozen.
And my belief is subtle and transparent,
It's made of glass, that sometimes breaks to pieces.
Belief is child, so often acting incoherent,
It can be killed with rules by human species.
The rain is pouring, cleaning my belief,
Bringing with itself such a great relief.
What to believe?
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