Rushing Rain 

Pitter. Patter. Rushing Raindrops, Ruined Red River. The Floods Flowed. Foolishly Fickle We Flounder. Lauded, Looted, Lied To And Left Out. Children Of Clay, Loame, Light And Fire. The Oven Bakes, Bursting Burdens Billow Over Head. Buckets Bring Blue Bullion To Bloated Bellies. Asuring Azure The All Seeing Eye. Alluring Artifices Actually Are The Architexts Of Our Ascension As We Accrue Artifacts Of Adam’s Admittance. Knowledge Unknown Has Now Been Bestowed, Beneath Brilliance Buried Deep Down. Carbon Cured Of Imperfection Or At Least So The Story Goes…

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