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The Rain
The rainfall pulls me in swooping over everything every inch in every depth within whatever it may bring swarming sultry upon my brain informs me it’s absolving time It washes Mother Earth clean again Her lush pleasure garden sublime I splendor in life’s grapevine, the olive trees, I drink its wine and dine with its oil It’s with these I am of those who’ll spoil wash away exterior walls! groom your insides rainwater rising falls dripping down my cheeks pounding pavement the path a river that peaks sweeping me in wavering repent swept up then for ransom held Rapids reach out—it petrifies the wilderness in my soul begging for its alibis —to keep me from its toll I’m caught up in it saturated in its wet fury my sticky skin is lit with colors of curry dissolving velveteen mascara it runs, mapping the lines on my face like something from the common era The Messiah, there’s not a trace Mopping up what’s on my mind in a world that drags me down pouring drips of brimstone bind leaking baths of sulfur drowns my enemy, the nemesis that was I the Universe enacting retribution from on high Alas, stoned by the thousands reborn and boughten back to life out from the alabaster sands bitter salt no longer rife suffocating the sum of all sins thanking the Heavenly Father A poet begins… …renews all with His renowned rain prophesizes us as Epicurus rises as does the absence of pain a philosopher’s sonic temple baptizes This love gives Its kinetic pleasure purifies It's katastematic satisfaction! Its universe verifies Till the rain comes again This tranquil life lives
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