Bailey Schatte

Rookie - 4 Points (09-08-1997)

The Blood Of The Innocent - Poem by Bailey Schatte

Falling into a hole in space,
Can make you see,
And sometimes receive,
That bitter taste;
For it is laced,
With the spilt blood,
Of those who were chased,
And served on a plate.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2013

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