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Blood running down the door

Blood spilling on the floor

Let it come from the sky

Let the angels cry from up high



Blood on my hands

And in the garbage cans

spilling from her mouth

Running towards the south



Hunger for it day and night

Trying to hide from human sight

They run and and try to hide

But I creep up from behind



Blood running down the door

Blood spilling on the floor

Blood on my hands

And in the garbage cans

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xXemoxnickyXx
18:31 Feb 20 2010

so cool love it

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Isis101
22:41 Feb 20 2010

Oh Lord...what did you do?

A cool poem!

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What am I if not dead

What am I if not sad

What are you if not good

what are you if not in a nice mood

what am I if not dead

what am I if not sad

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xXemoxnickyXx
18:17 Feb 20 2010

its really good i like it

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Isis101
22:42 Feb 20 2010

...a good question...

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