The sky can cry

Like the sky cut right open
In two, it wasn't blue
It was red, like it had bleed
And as the day went a little farther away
The blood turned gray

Like it had died and withered away
Let it weep cause down seeps the rain
On my skin as the thunder strikes
There's a loud cry that is heard
Right after you see the light

This poem is about: 
Our world

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