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Oct 2014
When my black rain is falling I hear whispers of demons and death calling,

Why do my problems seem to bear this burden I feel, sometimes I wish I was dreaming but I no its fo real,

I pray to heaven but sometimes I feel it just isn't enough I no times are hard
But how did it get this rough?

The demon he awaits inside the chamber, I click once nothing, then twice but this time with anger,

When my black rain is falling I think it's to much pain to endure give me a reason to live because I can't think of what for,

So I click again because I'm to the point where I really just don't care I cry out with my black rain falling it just isn't fair,

When my black rain is falling I here death calling should I answer the call click click click I feel numb my body starts to fall,

No longer shall I hear the voices of death begin to call, and no longer shall I feel my black rain continue to fall
ThisΒ Β is a poem written from a suicidal
Black man, the rain I'm referring two is his tears, the demons that he think he hears talking to him are the bullets within the chamber
DAVID  DA GORILLA BUTLER
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DAVID DA GORILLA BUTLER  Jungles of Toledo oh
(Jungles of Toledo oh)   
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