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Current mood:  creative Category: Life
Life's Rain
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The sky cries
as the infant dies.
Tears fill your eyes.
Futile are your tries.
You reach for a gun
it's time to have some fun.
Everyone starts to run.
Now you have won.
Your blood runs cold
this game is getting old.
You turn to follow God's fold
butthey only scold.
No one will cry
when you have to die.
Sentenced to fry
until your heart is dry.
The sky cried
as the infant died.
In vain you tried
but in hell you fried. | ..>
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