Sprinkler

Mind exploding, head collapsing, circus trapeze still gloating....all for nothing.  Sometimes, somewhere these things, too small to comprehend, have the ability.  To determine.  Exactly what is this faith we're speaking of?  False beliefs all stemming from.  Some distant gut feeling.  Something cruel is brewing close, very close now.  

Waiting in silence like lambs before the rain will never run away from the herd.  First rain drop begins to trickle making everything come to life, slowly drowning with the rest, over hilltops into rock lined crypts.

Take it for what it is.