"Feel the rain on your skin . . .
Release your inhibitions"+:
Rebellion's clarion call.
I'm the martian in the Chronicles,+
only I won't fall into [your] heap at the end.
I never was who or what you thought;
and 'if' I wasn't then you've never been.
I tried, many times, to reach you wouldn't have it.
I can only walk away, shaking my head, so sad.
Mixing feel-good and "freedom," denying
truth, not seeking heaven,
utterly self-indulgent, you feel the rain,
. . . the final rain+, & souls falling unto destruction.