The teary rain could not hold back, nor
Hold in the torrent of tears
Just as the sound of the sea roaring
He wept
Enmeshed in the ever so scary black clouds
Imagining life beneath the earth
He raged on without mercy
Outpouring, crying, with no reservation;
In his rage, he looks on
To see small; little rather, creatures
Running helter skelter,
An evil grimace sits on his face
As he sends terror on Mankind
Rain;
In his glory
Peril awaits, dooms days, no mercy
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 5:29 AM UTC
The teary rain could not hold back, nor
Hold in the torrent of tears
Just as the sound of the sea roaring
He wept
Enmeshed in the ever so scary black clouds
Imagining life beneath the earth
He raged on without mercy
Outpouring, crying, with no reservation;
In his rage, he looks on
To see small; little rather, creatures
Running helter skelter,
An evil grimace sits on his face
As he sends terror on Mankind
Rain;
In his glory
Peril awaits, dooms days, no mercy
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