I sat and gazed at the sky
Painted in cerulean blue
And wondered what it’s like
To be so powerful

So strong
So inviting

I continued to sit in silence
And my eyes nearly closed
A drop of moisture
Splashed on my face

Intensely it burned
Drawing my attention
Back to the heavenly canvass
I saw just moments ago

The once blue sky
Was now an abject portrait
Of pessimistic grays
And lackluster blacks

I wiped at my face
To dry the moisture
And cool the burn
And my fingers dripped red

The downpour progressed
Steady drops of blood
Covered my face,
Filled my eyes,
And caressed my soul

Frantically I wiped at my face
Trying to remove the drops
Before they stained
Before they hurt

I rose to my feet
Only to find
They were hidden
Hidden beneath a bloody pool
Of heaven’s tears

My life
was slipping away
My life
was not my own

The pouring rain
sweet agony
The pouring rain
Bitter distress

I tried to call out
Between the drops
I tried to ask forgiveness
But my voice
Was not my own

My soul had been contaminated
With disbelief
My lips had been diseased
With Satan’s evil words

And God,
Continued to cry

 
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