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Blood

By Andrew

By Dragoș CristeaPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Blood falls from the sky,

Because I’ll make my foes cry.

I’ll make them bleed,

I’ll make them suffer,

‘Cause for thirsty blood I hunger.

I’ll chop their bones, I’ll skin their flesh,

I’ll eat them while they still are fresh.

And I am so lonely in this land,

I kill, I slay, but I am so sad.

I see just blood in front of my face,

I drink it up and that is my fate.

I saw the devil and I live this hell.

I have only power in this bloodied shell.

Blood falls from the sky,

‘Cause I made the angels cry.

I made them bleed,

I made them suffer,

‘Cause for thirsty blood I hungered.

I chopped their bones, l skinned their flesh,

I ate them while they still were fresh.

And I am so lonely in this land,

I kill, I slay, but I am so sad.

I see just blood in front of my face,

I drink it up and that is my fate.

I saw the devil and I live this hell.

I have only power in this bloodied shell.

sad poetry
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