​Rain

The wickedness of this world

Has without a doubt permeated every fiber of my soul

My insides burn as the devils cling to my body

I am skin, I am blood, so naturally I must succumb

But I want to breathe, I want to hear, I wish to see

This ghostly pain I must overcome

Yet the devils and I have become one

As I wait the weight is growing

My goodness, what are we carrying?

Please, someone, take this burden from me

My body is weak, my heart is screaming, and my mind wanes

It is only then when God makes it rain

That the devils that encroached me washed away

The boiling and blistering heat within me is cooled

The water of life has cleansed me and as the Lion preys

I continue my path and feel something warm