thirteen days of rain and it shows no sign of giving up even the day look like night.and the sun has given up the fight to shine I think it was waiting to die, and the rain has started to make the six feet under buried start to rise.
the dead ain’t the only thing floating to the surface people facing certain death start to pray asking for forgiveness for the sins that they committed that day.
suicide in almost every home
their guilty conscience has taken over. the dead started to speak into their ears whispering god awful events that have not yet came to pass. demons have started to wear skin suits disguising themselves like me and you. raining down like god was mad at his creations, flooding and drowning make a perfect day for killing, washing all and any evidence away that connects me to this day.
© Rexican