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Set Free the Rain

Please let the rain come My God, let it come To purge me A detox Cleanse me The internal filth The sins that stack up Like body bags on a barren field The stench Putrid, profound, unnatural A target I am In front of the barrel I let myself stand My wretchedness Inescapeable Can't ignore nor blindly run anymore I'm truth's prey Sank its claws deep in my flesh And willingly I become the catch Tears For what I could've been Not for what I've become Disappointment is my nightly visitor I beckon the heavens To open up and release its wells Drizzle, drop, drench me Release me Wash away The shameful guilt and searing pain The dark heart that wins and overtakes I can't deal with me Make me anew Please God, please I beg you Set free the rain

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 6/9/2009 7:42:00 PM
I love rain, and poetry, so this rules absolutely without a doubt jojojojojo I imagined you as some sort of old-time magician who calls for rain softly, rhyming on the ground; jojoj oh tons of images and memories:) thanks a lot for the experience:D:D
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