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bloody rainBloody rain
The priest stood up and said God was the blame
I didnt felt anything. Hate nor shame
Next to him I stabbed my wife. She didnt even cry
She knew it was her fault. She wanted to die
The priest looked to heaven and started to pray
But God knew that with his soul he would pay
The priest fell down. My heart felt weak
Tears were falling down on my cheek
To God my soul I sell
I fell down on my knees and cried out loud.
God sent me to heaven, or let me rot in hell
Nothing happened. Nothing broke. No earth no cloud.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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