“oh…erm…thanks I guess” I stuttered out still rather confused as to what on earth was happening, but the rain had gotten even heavier so I took up his offer and grabbed hold of the green umbrella.
ABnd the sun simmers setting on the world.Wones beetles crawl, younglings low,
There in the summers on bleach-white
Io survey gladly God’s appetite,
Wn blood, we’ll stand above the brink
Shere groundly flowers drink
ouls, and bison too, and now
abwelow the land
ahere the sun passes
os the human condition
btherwise known
wefore the sin
hhere forgiveness is given
wave dinner with the pain of dark
bhere light and love
oecause you live beneath the skin
nly skin deep