we saw it falling from the skies
the infernal end of our lives
flaming hateful things
born on dripping bleeding wings
red poison falling on the ground
untouched even by starving hounds
flowers start to grow
thick thorns start to show
hatred spreads in the thickets
end of the world is a show, we have tickets
running rampaging rabid rioting mobs
beating each others children with metal rods
skin a glistening red
after blood flowers they were fed
corruption spread through their veins
perspired then brought down in heavy rains
blood everywhere
bleeding faces just stand and stare
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