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What a long day, worked hard, made my money
Rain fell from the close sky soaking the grass amougst my feet

I wonder if the same principle of diversity for snowflakes equates to raindrops as well?

Glassy venier of an over cast sky blended softly on a droplet assaulted lake

This would make a beautiful picture if only I had a camera, or pencil and paper or a canvas and paint, or even a canvas and a pencil

The mountians rock face stands before me, steadfast as always, never faultering

Some one once told me they believed I had a steadfast faith, a steady grip on God, where is that now?

I know that I can walk around and everyone will look at me and believe me when I say that I'm ok

Do other people feel like crying out only to have them silence or muffled by deaf ears, do other people feel like an empty shell? a waste of matter?

If only you Lord would consume my body, envelope every part, burn me until that tiny pearl of purity remains

Or, just kill me now, take over my body so that I might not do more earthly harm, so that I might not cause you more pain and anguish

I know that this is the cry of my heart, at least partly, yet the other part burns, and lusts, and loaths, and spites, and hates

Lord save me!

Crap I gotta get back to work.