Mystery

Mystery a necessity
Wandering from wonder
Does my mouth utter
In danger of plain I
Live in the rain,
Ready for trouble,
Ready to rumble,
Umbrella, you ask,
Do I carry that?
Earth below me,
Evil to fight me,
What tragedy is
In me? Do we
Want it, or do
We want it with
Ease, does it rain
And do we embrace
It?

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