Shower
Power Electric Style.
Foreboding
of a disaster,
Horizons
fill with hate.
I
spy a spike in light,
Sounding
out across the night.
What
has nature wrought,
What
more to be taught ?
Shall
I find power here,
To
wash myself clean again ?
To
push away every stain,
And
make you mine, a gain,
The
ferocity of precipitation,
Came
flooding upon me then.
I
stand naked, exposed, pure,
Waiting
for nature to endure.
Or
finish me with fire,
Bolt
me to the smoldering pyre.
So
it came so very hard,
I
called but heard nothing.
Except
the force of nature,
Ceremoniously
create a wide rapture.
Near
to where I stand,
Shame
of earthly sin in hand.
Don't
be thinking me mad,
Hoping
a fork I had.
Drilling
me into a hole,
Way
below the ground a mole.
Rivulets
come copiously down,
Rinsing
everything even my frown.
To
feel the awesomeness now,
Light
me up until I glow.
Fixed
my gaze into the night,
I
gave up furiously, my fight.
And
cleansed by ozone charged,
I'm
raised again, feeling large.
Stood
tall and missed again,
My
soul refreshed, the pouring rain.
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