December 3, 2011
The rain falls upon my face

Gods tears shall, never be erased.

Each tear tells a story

A story of another’s sin

Some are just minor, nothing to worry about

Others are major, murder and adultery.

As each tear splatters the story un-folds

Details are the least that I worry about

It all happens right in front of me

As if I was there in person to see.

Little girls crying, men screaming

Blood dripping, the wind singing.

The sun glistening, the water flowing.

It’s all so magical yet horrifying.

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