131. Wishing Well

After the thunder came the rain,
with droplets made out of lead.

The rivers flowed and flooded,
but with endless blood shed.

Can't even hope for an end
to this living hell;
as there are more unidentified bodies
than pennies in this wishing well.

-Rithin.

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