RITE OF RAIN.

HOLDING THE JUICE LIKE IT WASNT EVEN THERE.                        HOLDING BACK TIME AS IT WAS BACK THEN.                             A FEVERISH GLOW LETS ME PLAY YOU A TUNE.                          ABOUT THE SHINEY NEW TOY THAT SEES YOU ENTIRE.                     THIS BODY WILL BRING FORTH THAT YELLOWISH LIE.                     IT SPITS AND REACTS AS IT STARES IN YOUR EYE.                      bath salts will make you a bitter zombie                           eat brains, drink of rain, whole and complete.                     A WIZARD ONCE TOLD ME A FABLE OF NOISE.                            A BODY WAS TUCKED IN A BED OF UNHOLY.                              IT WRITHED AND COMPLAINED, IT SPIT BLOOD AS IT DIED.