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| Crimson Rain Crimson raindrops fell again today. The thunder muffled their cries and screams. I know you're hurt, You know I'll be back? I'll try. Their future laughter depends on me. Why? The lighting fills the sky once more, the thick dense air the stench always there, still there. We will pretend they are fireflies, that will ease our fear. Another cry, another scream, more CRIMSON RAIN, less laughter tomorrow. We must move on. Each thought I have is for their laughter to be returned or be preserved, or do I just want it for their families. I know this is wrong or so I was taught. They have stopped, or at least the fireflies are gone, my task not yet done. Too many miles, or is it yards, to go. Then all goes blank. The brain shuts off. In the future, it will fill my dreams. Fear burns deep once your brain awakens, what have I done. You wipe your face to remove the stain, rain, yet the smell remains. Soapy water may have removed the crimson rain, but the brain is still stained. Somehow tonight sleep returns, with silent dreams, I pray. Let it be laughter tonight. Yet from the screams deep inside, I know it's going to rain again. God Help Me. |
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