Red murky waters,
that empowers,
magenta stains,
that are darkness' domain,
a bright red magnet,
that breaks to fragments,
a sealer of deals,
a jester of kills,
lining the bodies,
that remains in the lobbies,
a strong life force,
an assassin's notice.
I want to thank God for giving me the Grace to write this.
How was the poem? This whole poem is about blood, someone said and said I was depresses by writing it.
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MY POEM COLLECTION
PoetryPoetry allows you to discover, And gives you the gift to recover, Giving you the wheel and compass, To venture through the bypass
