it’s been a hot day
sweating it out
there in the open

bleeding tears from heaven
falling like rain
into the dry land

arid breeze blowing like smoke
disappearing somewhere
into the words of men

disciples of storms
spreading its guilt
into the minds of the rich

the peaceful calm
enters the gates of hatred
whisking the stubborn heart

and the world sings the fatal stab
prepares the grave of death
resurrection defies



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