Under the Acid Rain
They hear a crash, a lightning strike.
The ground is shaken, it is raw,
With no one to wake up on it
With shadows on the buildings left
With acid rain straight dropping dead.
We hear a whisper, then a faint,
A whimper in the nearest state.
We shiver, look, and then we see
A miracle upon a tree.
A baby in the acid rain,
Its parents gone among with pain.
We slowly tiptoe as it cries,
But then another lightning flies.
This one, now off the coast of sea;
It messes with reality.
The baby gone,
A shadow left;
Now no one knows, since none is left.
The acid rain keeps pouring down,
The planes keep coming; lightning strikes.
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