When it's coming down from heaven,
So hard that the wetness does not even pause,
At your clothes before it hits your skin,
When you're transformed before the eyes,
Of those who chose shelter over the need,
To look after those things that can't help themselves,
Without a human's speed,
And though your transformation's instant,
Your mind has not been touched,
And the rejuvination you feel,
Is like a deep and decisive cut,
That makes you feel alright,
Finally, after a long time,
So do decisions of complete change,
Finally make you feel fine.
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