Rain
The howling wind cries out my name
I hear the distant thunder roar.
Above the sky is cleft with flame
And pours out tears from heaven's door.
The tempest rages overhead
As I gaze up, tainted with blood.
The angels cry out for the dead
And brings to earth an endless flood.
My soul is swept away by sin
Into the darkest depths of hell.
It drowns my spirit from within
And leaves behind an empty shell.
Author's notes: This poem is a little harderto understand than the others, but anybody who's read Shakespeare's King Lear should know what I'm trying to say. For those who haven't, the turmoil Gendo Ikari is mainly inside of him, driving him to madness, and in the end leaves him numb: without feeling or emotion, even without a soul.
Here, rain, or rather water, is something which is supposed to be purifying, but Gendo is beyond redemption that the water, rather than saves him, overwhelms him.
I thought that Gendo has done so many unforgiveable things but still lost everything, and for this, I pity him.