I felt one drop of rain and no more, the clouds keep dying in the fire.
If the hole wasn’t so big maybe they would stay.
Or maybe it gets bigger, but I still miss the rain.
The sounds of thunder and the pouring of the water,
The forks and turns across the sky. As the queens wield the power and watch.
Do you go back for the one who has sundered the land? Or defeat him with sword in hand?
Couldn’t he be redeemed even by his standards?
By now, I should know what happens when the questions are asked.
The world needs the rain, please fall,
And keep him farther away,
It hurts.
So hiding in the six far away.
The vehicles come anyways.
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