Presence MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Jungle without dirt

and I walk upon

forty nights of steady rain.

Rivers with power to kill

Mothers protecting their own

Thunder loud enough to wake up God

Clouds dark enough to blind a shark.

Winds strong enough to collapse a soul.

My feet are covered with mud,

my head covered with vengeance

and my ears covered with lies.

I leave the jungle.

The rain stops.

The madness stops.

The pain stops.

The jungle is now happy.

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