For each red drop
A penalty if you will
Increased by the number of blows
Payment is demanded
From the long suffering victim
Through whose veins
Contempt  and distrust now flow

There is a word
Justice
Winged angel with flaming sword
Who seeks compensation for the injured
Retribution dressed as the faceless one
Sound the trumpets
So this may be heard

Whispered words from contemptabile lips
Memories penetrate your mind
A breath taking
Familiar haunting rhyme
As you plummet endlessly
Through the open doors of time

There is a price for each red drop
Without warning
The black heart will stop
There is always a price





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