Listen . . . .
[A/N: Ok, I've been reading WAY too much depressive stuff, and trying to work on Paradise Regained, but this thing occurred to me, so I finally got it typed out.]
Listen to the rainfall
The drizzle of a dead soul,
Prelude to the tempest's revel,
Singing out a song of Death.
Listen to the rainfall
Hear the tortured screams of children,
Weep your vain hypocritical tears of blood,
And wait for the sun to die.
Listen to the rainfall
End it all with a miserable shriek,
Scream your tortured words to the sky,
And sing a song of Death.
Listen to me, now, child,
Listen to my words,
Listen to the rainfall,
And heed their words of Death.
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