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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.
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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