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The Day of the Black Rain
The world convolsed
in my wake
it was raing a black
rain
mist was twisting and
contortig itself by the
commanding wind
Everything is wrong,
the sky should be
singing its song,
not crying and sealing
its doom to the Black
rain
rain that ate everyting
and turned the trees to blue
The Earth commanded
silence
with its soft,
airy voice
This is the day of the black rain
poem
by
Hunter Sones
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