The red sky
Harbors some cool cool rain
Although I can not seem to cry
I gape at the blood that perpetually flows through each vein
You give me the look of death
With your cold eyes
I ache with every breath
And again I wont be able to rise
I have witnessed malignancy
Thwarted by poor choices
Thus, I pray to the trinity
Just pleading to a higher being to hear a shred of my voice
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