the game has changed and the umbrella can’t keep up with diagonal rain
but my skin contains 81 percent water so i will take a break
and let the cold drops of rain permeate because i could use a good cleansing.
the last ten years of religious purging have done me good but compassion would do me nice,
and i wish i could stop throwing punches at the holes in the wall.

no one needs a helping hand on demolition day
step back and watch the dust settle, you can break out your shovel,
sharpen the pencils and let the plan take hold
it feels like you're coming home with every clap of thunder
now let the rebuilding begin