Children of the Rain by Bremon Billman


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The rains are here again
The thunderclouds come too
Showering me with their tears
Wiping from me all my fears

Storms help me to be who I am
They make a silhouette of rain
That fills in the empty spaces
That make up my many faces

Thunder rumbles
Lightning cracks
It's too late now
I can't turn back

By pushing me into the weather
You have made me so much stronger
Given me my weapon
Terror

I will not thank
I will not fall, to ask,"forgive."
But instead will stay with fate
And destroy all those who hate

Do not make more like me
We're cursed for all eternity
For while we purge
The storms will surge
And wipe away our tears
Across the gap of a million years.