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Mother Nature's murder
On my knees 
 Struck down. Broken. Lost without you 
 The wind shrieks its dirty secrets as it whips by 
 Sharing truths I never wanted to know 
 Boasting of your vicious murder 
 It picked up your frail, ill body 
 Carrying your screams across the universe to echo in our ears 
 Traces of your blood streak the clouds and stars 
 For day and night you were dragged across the skies 
 Frantic fingerprints scar the moon and sun from where you tried to hold on 
 Fighting and fighting 
 Struggling to breathe 
 And just as your strength was enough, it wasn't 
 Acid rain 
 Unrelenting and painful 
 Your blemishless skin was tattered and torn 
 Overwhelming destruction 
 You let go and slowly fall away 
 Pieces flutter to the earth, blinding the crestfallen survivors 
 A ripping sensation dominates our hearts 
 Tears fall to the ground, only fertilizing this wretched place 
 And the world carries on 
 Bright, sunny, and untouched 
 Displaying the pure facade we know too well 
 How decieving looks can be! 
 Truth is not in looking, but in seeing 
 See the world in all its wickedness 
 People are so simply fooled by sunrises and rainbows 
 But before dawn there is darkness 
 And before a rainbow there will always be a storm 
 Sometimes we remember Grace and her absence 
 Sometimes Grace remembers us and our misery 
 But we will always remember him
