Obscure nights, but moreso the days,
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The clouds billow overhead.
Heaven works in mysterious ways
But I wish it could be seen instead.
The apparent darkness blankets the earth
With blackness that chills the bone.
Winds way too powerful to ever usurp,
You look around but you are all alone.
It seems impossible to work through the fog,
and the turrents of rain are bad.
The forces of natures destroyed the sod
wrecking all that I ever had.
My heart is now black as the skies above,
And my soul eroded like the land.
I don't know if I will ever again feel love.
I reiterate the blame on your hand.