As these white objects grey.
Follows a shadow overcast.
Consumed by it like prey.
How long will this last?
A bright light illuminates the ground.
Loud drums soon follow this flash.
Faint, deep, such a sound.
Light and sound such as clash.
Siblings that fight hurts them.
They don't see joy in their life.
Family blood is a great gem.
Barbaric acts, sticking with a knife.
Pain contacts their body.
Brothers fight without reason.
Not knowing it's naughty.
Brothers should be charged with treason.
The agony felt soon in a shock.
The sky's tears fall with the pain.
Lighting made the world rock.
Now here comes the rain.
Crimson
Peace, Love and Genocide...
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Dark Poetry
PoetryDear reader, This is going to be my poem journal. Genres to love, depression, death and others of sorts on your way. Peace, Love & Genocide... Sincerely, Crimson
