296. Red Rain
Blown ever southward by a fierce cold wind of discontent.
Flashes of powerful lightning illuminate the angry heavens,
As the sound of thunder bellows out an echoing ancient chant.
Ominous dark clouds are accumulating over the religion of Christ,
Heavy are the nimbus formations filled with shadows of the dead.
One day soon, when the weight is too much to be contained within,
The blood of our martyrs will fall upon them in the form of red rain.
Their sacred blood, a testament to their faith, will cover the Christians,
And stain forever those who still refuse to acknowledge, or compensate.
No amount of holy water, nor repeated baptisms will ever wash away,
The repeated horrors committed by these Christians over the last millennium.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.