The rain ceased to fall once.
Before you strove to destroy me,
You had failed.
The earth became plagued in sickness,
By the hatefull tears you've shed.
When lightning strikes across the sky,
You resurrect your own dead.
The sky held back its tears,
It would not release its blessings.
Before you bury your hatred in me,
Listen closely.
The wind rips apart your beliefs,
No raindrops will fall but your own tears.
As you depart--
You leave your hatred inside me.
The moon ceased to shine once,
Your claws of retribution part the earth.
This is where you bury me.
Do it carefully.
Lest you provoke what you dread.
I'll wait patiently.
For lightning to strike across a bloody sky,
For the sky to weep tears of red.
Your fallen sins plough the earth,
You've resurrected your own dead.
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Submission Name: Eclipse
