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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.
