Afterlife
When it was pouring cats and dogs
I took a stand and
Braced myself in the
Opening rain
I didn't realize the cleansing
The waters were doing to the
Broken land, the leaves
Stood out bodly with a
Courage that can only be embraced
So when the season to reap came
All I saw were the new beginning of an
Afterlife.
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