The rain smells,
And I hate it
Men hold god in their hearts
Yet they litter the streets like rats
His radiant light now sickly yellow
Their eyes empty, their hope now tart
Wishing to forget their faith
Piercing their stained skin with claws of stray cats
‘God bless you’ is your reward
For ushering them towards their hoped hollow
The rain smells,
And I hate it
The yellow and green flesh of the mother,
Once beautiful
Plastic blues and blackens her skin
The bruisings were the choosings of her children
Forsaken, she weeps
Her abusers continue to carve out her body
Wonder replaced by the rotting heaps
The rain smells,
And I hate it
The lights of our loved ones have vanished
Imprisoned by the black light of our new gods
Our gospel is neon
Our virtue is hunger
Our sin is temperance
The product leads us on
Our souls fade forever longer
Our agency has only to do with slim chance
The rain smells
It stains my hair
It matts my clothes
Nothing close to fair
Its reminder I loathe
Morality has a tear
The soggy pages in my book I must close
And I hate it
-Nate
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