Friday, 28 April 2017

Blood Stained

Blood stained
A dagger came out
And drove through the heart
But he died before death
Heartbreak

Blood oozed out like a fountain
Stained him red
A death of the soul before death

It struck after he was gone
Drowned in his sins
A death of his conscience before death

Tears flowed soon after
But sorry too late
He was already dead

Death is a massacre
 Massacre of  the dead's loved ones
A sin bigger than no thing
Murder it is , Massacre it is.......

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