Threads: Rain Dear

When Change comes 
They run and hide their heads 
They might as well be dead 
When Change comes

When the sun shines 
They slip into the shade 
Change, I don't mind 
Shine, the weather's fine

The singer sang his song of truth but haters acted without ruth, hurling rocks of death.

But unlike before, the stones bounced back on the throwers with equal force (some kept on until killing themselves).

Rest went home and wondered the point of life when you can't kill what you hate and are forced to change.  

 

And that's how the morons will be purged among us.