The weather man likens to the psychic,
The rainfall likenes to the excretion of blood,
The thunderstorm is depression.
I am the teacher but also the student,
I haven’t planned the lesson, It is too late to learn,
The lack of resources prevent rehabilitation,
The meteor is now in sight,
Mission obliteration,
With a sharp cry,
The chapters and lanes of my mind dissolve,
This is the end,
And it cannot be resolved.

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