The rain forces its odours on us forever,
The collisions are rapid tonight in our lies.
When the molecules madden their fellows,
We see the personalities of the atoms.
The rain is interrupted by certain forces,
Its atoms are water frozen from infinity.
The rain has forced the alcohol to our throats,
So drunkards dream, desperate drying is of the brain.
One invincible man devours the factory of lies,
His stare abolishes the minute men who labour on.
The rain is the king, the snow is the queen,
As weather is now polite to the fingers and hearts.
When molecules surrender, we all submit to life,
And death investigates with scrolls of words and names.
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