They say to pray
and God will wash away your sins.
It is only when that storm comes
and it's too late to recant
that you realize, maybe you were better off
sinning and living life
instead of quietly lying down to die.

You quickly turn away from the squall
the unbearable flashes of light and burning rain.
In an instant you turn to run
but water washes over you.
even the soul is cold with damp.
the wind blows and screams,
overtaking thunder
in this cacophony of death.

Shelter is all but a myth.
this once blooming island
now a memory under water.
broken bones and souls drift by
as you struggle for one last breath
Knowing deep down within,
God has answered your prayer.

09/26/2002

Posted on 10/07/2002
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