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When pen hits the paper everybody stops Only sound that's heard is the rain drops The sky crying onto the window sills as God's voice pops Ringin out in the rain Bringin inspiration to my pen Illuminatin my suns light Pouring out its rays into the atmosphere Greenhouse effects tremble in fear Radiation is near. You can't resist The mild assist of the melodic heatbeat as it guides my hips Forms my lips to speak It's forseen prophecies You can't stop the pen, Because the pen is a part of me