Storm
The dark sky opens
Rain falls - in torrents.
Living water falls, too late,
on the partched dry earh.
Red mud flows, blood flows,
Rejected, salvation lost.
No recovery, the means lost,
Squandered.
RATINGS BREAKDOWN
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