A Flood Of Blood

Drenched in water lay that city,

Where he slay her with atrocity.

These raindrops pore over her grave,

They come from eyes of all that crave.

If only they could somehow stop,

Her blood from veins to drop.

How humanity is trampled every day,

Under pressure that so called society lay.

Devastated by destruction of flood,

Are these not signs of His wrathful mood?

Magnanimity of His distaste apparent,

Lost within we behave ignorant.

So just in one day for what reason,

So much rainfall as of whole season.

Living in a cloud we consider ourselves safe,

As a silent observer we are partners to his game.