Blood Rain

I look to the Sky.
As the blood rain falls.
And washes over me.
On my knees,
Hands raised in screaming question.

I look to the Sky.
Begging for answers.
On deaf ears fall my plea.
With gut wrenching,soul devouring sobs.
My shoulders slump in defeat.

I look to the Sky.
Finally understanding why he cannot speak.
The rain of blood is tears.
When he looks down upon me.
The God of creation weeps.

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