The Rain

The water is coming through

From distant shores, it pours in.

With these memories it collides.

To wash away these walls.

Drowning time as it hurdles past;

Grabbing with its vengeance

The last remains hope.

All is flooded with fake dreams.

Last words will be shaken

And prophecies will peel

As the water rises above sin

To capture humilities heart.

It will humble the future

And breakthrough those tragedies

To find tumbleweeds scattered.

Aiming for a brittle sanctuary.

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