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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Quotes And Poems
RandomThis is poems that are how I feel so don't judge them please
