Downpour

I have lived in peril times feeling as though I am an Israelite in Pharaohs times Jacob fleeing Esau Ezekiel recording what he saw chipwrecked like a man named Paul in the belly of a b**** like creature anointedly cursed  by an ignorant preacher disobeying my mother and hating my father with a passion that burns like acid as I cling  to life to be born a new creature indeed my prayer is only two bud and plant enough seed for someone to one day weed and spring clean  April fresh