The lightning strikes,
The thunder rolls,
The rain cascades.
It washes away
The filth of your soul:
The violence, the corruption,
The heinous crimes untold.
To seek absolution,
To make amends,
To rebuild life anew,
To adopt a new endeavor.
At the end of the day,
As the downpour ceases,
You pick up again
And bludgeon your victims
To pieces.
