again falleth the rain
Chaac with sliced vein
grey clouds doth reign
Ra prayer said in vain
cumin passing
through human lumen...
spice needs ice
to slice the entice
fully holy respect
for physical aspect
slight plight of pain
in day's warmth wane
thoughts drift out pane
off to Great Bear's wain
looming flash
and assuming booming crash...
await the fate
if bate or elevate
slowly unholy prospect
for lyrical dissect
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