A Brooding Storm

Dark black ominous clouds move slowly across the mortal sphere. A promising downpour threatens the unrest souls. Thunderous voices of indigenous cultural split the mortal sphere. This brooding storm, created from fallacies that suffocated the truth. Forceful winds of propaganda demoralize the virtuous. Fierce lightning reveals the shamelessness of the dark heart. What seems to matter will matter no more, once the crimson rain falls and swell the rivers and seas and stain the shores. Soon will be done the troubles of this world. copyright 2017 Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake