Hurry Cane

He’s bringin’ rain, ole Hurry Cane,
Racin’ ‘cross the sea.
Batten down the hatches, ‘swain.
He’s comin’ fast for thee.

His wind doth blow, twist and spin
As it churns up waves so high
Ye can see naught but walls like sin.
Your end is comin’ nigh.

Repent your ways in the night-like days
As his storm bears down on thee.
Will ye save your ship from colossal waves?
Or yield to the wind and sea.   

He’s bringin’ pain, ole Hurry Cane,
Comin’ for the likes of ye.
Laughin’ at your proud disdain,
Your will’s no longer free.

Hurry Cane’s not the only one
That’s comin’ for your soul.
Vindictive fiends are doublin’ down,
Lyin’ to achieve their goal.

Will you wake up and clear your brain
‘gainst words in a roiling sea?
Will ye save your soul from a tyrant’s reign,
Or yield your right to be free?