The flood rose in the wasteland.
Covering my feet as I sloshed through the muck.
Then the rain came.
The terrible rain, it never stopped.
The rain was abrasive, stinging bullets.
Not even fast or piercing just forceful.
Like musket balls, raining from the sky.
And when they hit you it bruised with water's weight.
The 12th hour it was up to our chest.
We bound together in hopes of finding hope.
Yet, the higher the water got the less anyone cared anymore.
Apathy struck many dead by the 15th hour.
The creatures swimming in the waters were terrifying and unnatural.
As our feet could no longer touch the ground it was too much to bear.
Watching all my new found friends sink below the surface.
The large fish began to prey.
The rain never stopped.
I sunk below the surface.
I couldn't see the earth anymore...
I was so far from home.
And I suppose I'll never see it again.
Weightless
Forgive me, Father.
Beautiful in your desire to grasp God's forgiveness and mercy like we all do. I'm in this with you Bradley just as much as you are.
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