and when the sun rises,
a red sky
a red sun
shining red rays
on the rivers of blood that scatter
the field of delicate flowers.
and bodies litter the grass
showered in red dawnlight
like drops of rain on dry concrete.
and we're there - you and me
we're under the pile,
near the bottom,
because we were the first to fall.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC
and when the sun rises,
a red sky
a red sun
shining red rays
on the rivers of blood that scatter
the field of delicate flowers.
and bodies litter the grass
showered in red dawnlight
like drops of rain on dry concrete.
and we're there - you and me
we're under the pile,
near the bottom,
because we were the first to fall.
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