Rain fall’s from the cloud’s,
lightning crashing through the skies,
Those storm cloud’s gather forming
a twisted twister.

This is a twister,
it comes with no surprise.
Sadness crashes in,
on a dusty night sky.
Twisted, twisting,
there’s no surprise.
Secrets no longer secret,
lies no longer under pressure.
Twisted, twister, twisting mister.
Opens everyone’s eye’s.

City of sin,
betrayed by its vile behavior.
A twister, twisted,
all into a twisting pile.
All because the city was vile.

Amanda Shelton