Thick and crimson,
Covers their hands,
Who's hands are covered in blood? Oh!
For the sins have tainted the souls, blasphemous words follow the crows cry,
Bodies on posts,
Their cries burn bright as the sun,
As the fire consumed the lives of the condemned,
Who's crimson souls stain their hands?
Oh!
The sky's fire consumed us all,
Silent are the words spoken by saints,
For their skeletons did shake.
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
