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Shrieking Face
I saw her the other day staring
Up close and shrieking her face into mine.
I did not like this stare
And I hate all people who
Carry a stare like this in their back pockets
Waiting for the rain to pull it out.
Well I am the rain and
you are my gravity sucking
me down into the depths
of human race on earth.
I’m so far away
Screams the thoughts of rain
As it began its descent to hell.
The clouds laughed
Vile
And incohersive.
There will be a storm tonight, brother,
One that raises hell fire
Yet made of the moisture of the gods.
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