Torrents of rain came down on that day,
The sky darkened and turned a deep ash gray,
As if to forecast what lay ahead,
An eventwhich would bear years of turmoil and dread.

It's absurd how that day turned into a celebration,
An annual reminder of the approaching termination,
No one seemed to understand the anguish and desolation,
Of the one whose devoid existence was due to that occasion,
And I stood alone among the ruins, destined for damnation.