An evening, crimson with mad rage, goes far away
The fierce winds bring in fears that it will be lost to never return
A thousand swirling black clouds, restless and angry, ask questions
When the echoes are unanswered they silently mutter a thousand curses
Night sky, dark and discontent, breaks into manouvres damning life’s overwhelming truths
Light shines though loathing and secrets of heartbeats, of temptations, sins and salvation
Along with thunderbolts of agony, comes breeze filled with dust, maybe ashes of dreams
Drenching my heart and burning my mind, a teardrop of acid rain soaks my palms
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