Angel of Blood Rain (Konan)

Rain don’t wash away sin, it just hides the tears—

I was born in the flood, raised in the wreckage,

Now I bleed paper and vengeance. Let’s go.

Rain drippin’ from wings I made with scraps of hope,

From a village torn open, where children barely coped.

Yahiko dead, Nagato broke, I held it down,

One hand full of mercy, one folded to drown.

We were orphans—Konan, Pain, and God in disguise,

Built the Akatsuki from nothin’, turned screams into cries.

I ain’t just a bitch in the back with a paper rose,

I’m a war-bred killer, got death in my prose.

Jiraiya left us, fed us dreams and fate,

Then dipped out while we starved in a nation full of hate.

You ever fold shurikens just to feel armed?

I turned paper into weapons, this chakra shit’s charmed.

I kept Nagato sane while he rained down hell,

Wrote peace in his blood, then watched him rebel.

We wanted change, not carnage, but fuck your peace,

When the world don’t listen, revolution don’t cease.

Madara’s mask, Tobi’s lies, that motherfucker lied,

Used us like pawns while Yahiko died.

Said he’d bring the dawn, just brought decay,

Tried to puppet the pain I helped create.

But I ain’t no shadow, I’m the storm in the mist,

Angel of death with bombs in her fist.

600 billion tags and a kiss goodbye,

Blew my life for the truth, no tears when I die.

Rain keeps fallin’ but I ain’t washed clean,

Blood on my wings, war's still obscene.

Call me paper angel, but I’ll cut through fate,

Fold your coffin shut, yeah I seal your fate.

This is for Yahiko, for peace we prayed,

Now I rain down wrath with every move I made.

Fuck mercy, I gave that to the dead,

Now I fly on blades that the wicked dread.

You thought I’d bow, thought I’d plead and beg?

I folded hope into death and snapped your leg.

You saw a flower, I’m a storm in bloom,

Paper angel? Nah—bitch, I’m your doom.

So write my name in the storm that cracked your skull,

Konan the forgotten, but my wrath ain’t dull.

Last breath on the wind, last kiss in the flame,

I died for my people—you died for your name.