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Man in the Rain
Strong words of salvation
in the silence of the night.
The morning chant of mantras of devotion
is for dark days and evil intentions.
Revelation of the unknown.
In the narrow alleys of the dark dimension,
Lady Jane walked in the rain
with fear of getting soaked—irony?
Wetness reveals the eagerness,
creeping through lustful eyes.
Haha! It's all baloney!
Or is it? Dread it, for fear is the ultimate mantra.
Doubt it?
Well, believe it.
Look! There is the man in the rain,
singing melodies of malign love.
But... but what about God?
What about Him??
It's He who made it rain!
in the silence of the night.
The morning chant of mantras of devotion
is for dark days and evil intentions.
Revelation of the unknown.
In the narrow alleys of the dark dimension,
Lady Jane walked in the rain
with fear of getting soaked—irony?
Wetness reveals the eagerness,
creeping through lustful eyes.
Haha! It's all baloney!
Or is it? Dread it, for fear is the ultimate mantra.
Doubt it?
Well, believe it.
Look! There is the man in the rain,
singing melodies of malign love.
But... but what about God?
What about Him??
It's He who made it rain!
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