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Beneath the painted cloudy sky Burnt by sun rays shining high

Lies a wicked killer storm Comes by day or night no matter

Evil in its sinister waves Gives no quarter either way

This wicked, wicked killer storm Has brought the gulf to bay

Insidious in its crooked ways Cares not if souls are lost today

It brought a city to its knees In death and carnage it knows the way

To this we owe to precious few Who dared to stare its evil eye

And brought the wrath to bay Now the time to pray has come

To fill the shining painted sky With love and hope we ask dear God

To heal our loss And take our pain away