A Wet Friday

Sometimes I get all emo and I pretend that I can do poetry.

As the heavens open
And blessings descend
Men stand shoulder to shoulder
Silent
Amidst the roar of God’s bounty
Man quietly weave in his piece
Hands in the air
God is great
Quiet and deafening
And when the heads of Men touches the ground
In the worship of his Lord
For just that moment
He knows his place
The devil becomes silent
And the world shudders

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