Raw burnt fingertips
hell bound blown
overexposed
scull thought to the bone
in the overtone of death's
ever risising crimson tides
still your love for humanity
must never die
I heard it in the rain
falling from so many eyes
you are free from it all
for the meek and mild
were also the bold
blood became water,
streaming
from a fearlfull heart
of stories
never been told.
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 1:39 PM UTC
Raw burnt fingertips
hell bound blown
overexposed
scull thought to the bone
in the overtone of death's
ever risising crimson tides
still your love for humanity
must never die
I heard it in the rain
falling from so many eyes
you are free from it all
for the meek and mild
were also the bold
blood became water,
streaming
from a fearlfull heart
of stories
never been told.
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