Drip Drip Drip

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Drip Drip Drip
The rain falls

Drip Drip Drip
Like red rubies
Scattered across the floor
The blood falls

Drip Drip Drip
A river of red
Runs in the streets
The blood of the innocents
Runs in the streets

But the guilty walk in the rain and feels the warm blood on their face and ignores it

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