because it is raining ...
The sky is wonderfully blue, so royal blue. Only a few bright white clouds drift slowly like soft cotton on the horizons. At the wundereschönen point where the earth kisses the horizon, there are beautiful forests. With full green splendor they shine in the warm sunlight. The birds sing hymns of peace, joy and happiness. Her singing accompanied all the world like the voice of a loving mother, her child in the womb of sleep. It is spring wundereschönes us much new life sees the world. Right in the least sunny place I'm in the shower of blossoms. Peacefully they glide to the ground. How beautiful these flowers grow on the ground and the safety and well full thrust out in the sun. So colorful, so beautiful.
It is raining. It's going to rain so bitterly. The drops will strike like a mortar. They will tear their victims brutal. The helpless are trunks of trees in the forests burst doomed. The ephemeral flowers are submerged by terrible floods and drowned. The sky will be covered by hideous gray storm clouds. Rain clouds will be so pitch black that not even a little pointless Lichtstrählichen will be in a position to take on anything except darkness. The only light is the frightening be the light of destructive lightning which are all on fire. The demonic thunder will shake everything into the ground. The terrible Strum will not leave some times when the rusty ruins lives habseelige the skin of the fragile body reißt.Nach Inkubisationszeit, the living envy the dead.
There are indications of an autoimmune reaction, which will be so horrible that you will not only see the face behind the mask, but also the back Lichen terror which lurks behind the face.
I do not hate yourself anymore, no, now I am afraid even of me.
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