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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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