Rain falls from eternal skies like poisonous blood.
Life giving fluid has become a burning bloody death.
Each graceful droplet of slow poison,
Killing the way an abusive lover does.
Striking just a little harder each time,
Burning deeper with each liquid caress.
Nothing gentle about the chemical burns that scar the flesh.
Searing away the tissues as a scalpel cuts away cancer.
Contaminating the soul.
All Mother can do is cry in here nightmare of pain.
Finally, rain falls from poisoned sky in teardrops of soiled blood.

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