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In the darkness of the night
You feel something falling from the sky
Wondering what it may be
You cup your hands and let it pool
But still you can't see
                          
So instead you drink
From your cupped hands
Then you spit it out
Disgusted by the flavor
But addicted for more
                          
The sky clears and you're still blind
So you fight for more
Scrambling in darkness 
Wondering if you'll ever get
That sweet disgusting precipitation 
                          
So you fight your way
Through battlefields
Of your own creation
And then the sky opens and once more
You cup your hands and drink
                          
But it isn't the same
So you blindly do your best to return
To where you first drank
And fight there
Drinking the metal liquid from the sky
And basking in the tears it cries.