Two Conflicts, Unrelated?

Pray, girl you pray
That the storm goes away
As your future is filling with oil

With each drop you pray
That the world falls away
Because either way blood likes to boil

You are here in this lie
I pretend you and I
Are filling my body with words

Words that you write
After being in mine
So aroused by the things that you heard

The less that I sleep
The further it seeps
Into the moments to be

If we all cease to cry
It will ever run dry
And the oil will choke out the sea

In times I am smart
To wares of the heart
But I only can feel that you’re near me

Waves would sweep me away
If our words ever meet
All the words up ahead if you hear me

As it bleeds no one cries
Because nobody cares
In a world that is so unforgiving

And soon she will wail
For those who have not
Her black tears on the heads of the living

These two stories I weave
They are meant to deceive
One is old, they’re both old, one is new

If your words up inside
Went from your mouth to mine
I’m not sure just how many of you

While so many live lives
With the thoughts in their mind
That it’s heaven and hell they’re selecting

I look up at the sky
And think maybe they cry
Cause it wasn’t what they were expecting

That’s the end of the tale
When I tell the tale well
When I’m not hiding lust with my reason

Will you know what I mean
When I write these strange things
Will you think that I’m pondering treason

It did not rain today
From the ceilingless gray
Of a sky that is made out of souls

And with each drop I pray
That the oil goes away
My defenses are filling with holes

When will this poem end?
I can’t answer my friend
Because there are so many of you

There are so many men
There is one way to sin
Should we blame oil spilled if we do?