A Tragic Comedy of Nature
Some ask, what is the phenomenon of rain? It is a bombardment of water on bleak dirt. It washes what was once contaminated and continues on to cleanse the earth. The filth then foiled, froths into puddles gathering greatly to devise its return. For a moment the earth is now stainless, because of this great revolt of nature.
Though, as complacent time passes the grime later gains momentum, as the strength of the rain has left. The dirt overtakes the earth until clouds gather enough might to restore order. All of this, a keen observer takes in, learning this age-old natural law. It is almost like a pendulum swinging back and forth between the dominance of these two forces.
But what it truly is, is a war of balance. This, of which, is mimicked and mocked by man. The keen spectator notices this, floating above and looking down at his history book and finds it comical watching the pendulum swing back and forth from good and evil, as people never seem to truly learn.
7 deadly sins, staining man and are combated with crimson rain, push the pendulum’s motion. A war trading lives for oil. This only washed away by the obliteration of a nation once sought to take from; this bestows a jagged pain in his side as chuckles leave the onlooker’s lips. Then veiled imperialism by taking over countries for the sake of freeing them, as they say, with puppet leaders. Only then, to be defeated by public outcry; he laughs till he cries. Finally, a nation that harbored and killed Christ being destroyed after immense moral decay, he cannot laugh anymore since all his laughter took his breath away.
He then closes his book, presses it against his heart, and holds it in his mind as he steps outside for the pages filling his book to come. Seeing his institutions destroyed, religion poisoned, and freedoms turned to slavery he roars with a burst of unholy laughter.
“He is crazy and must be silenced” an elite adds not being able to get the words out of his mouth quick enough, as a bead of sweat bleeds down his back and to the ground, cleansing all the dirt it touches.
Tyler K Blackburn
Men of God 