Damned thoughts abound like thunder resounds,
causing pain like needles of rain. My mind strains.
Yet who dares to disrupt the familiar sounds,
to reign in new domains, grace and fresh gains?
Enclosed in the routine, the rainy season is never what it seems.
Each day a torrent of guilty downfall, puddles reflecting shame,
Yet who’ll disrupt the shower, the sheen, the devils schemes?
Who would, my debt claim for themselves and free me from blame?
Is it solely a trap, this flood of fortune, fame and fate foreseen?
In the darkness, is it a sin to slumber through its constant drum?
Yet in patience, through faith, within these storms the Spirit unseen,
offers forgiveness, the chance in Christ for a new outcome.

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