Rain, oh, rain lend me your purity.
Rushing rivers of putrescence,
Roads hide not their identity from me.

Must I be solely the one to…

Rain, oh, rain lend me your purity.
Rushing rivers of putrescence,
Roads hide not their identity from me.

Must I be solely the one to see,
Maiming manmade objects,
Mutilating the precious Earth’s entity.

Wash away my humanity.
Wishing wistfully for my prison gone.
Wake me form this nightmare rain; let me at peace be.

To stay within this wretched society,
Tears, totalitarian-like tear at my heart.
To be human is this? Then I don’t want to be!

Slay me, torture me, wither me;
See I no longer care for these petty whims.
Sanguine I am, if pain is not caused for comfort to be.

Rain, cloak me in your serenity.
Rage, resonances of wounds are silenced in the snow.
Release me elements from negativity.

Light of dawn, reveal hope again in me.
Lofty luminescence of the sun at zenith, lead me back to strength.
Lilting rays of twilight embrace and comfort; let me feel security.

– Kevin

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