Street Blooded Pavements

It spills all over the place.

We swim in it...
 
So much spilled everywhere covers the suns reflection and light it is no longer yellow its red.
 
As the sun sees it those who watch over us sees our eyes wide open by violence we can't see nothing cause our pupils are clearly dimmed in it.
 
Scream...
I scream..
Bloody Sidewalks
Bloody Pavements
 
Ravaged as we are forced to live this life as we do by all actions including the way we walk, act, and talk so impatience.
 
It seems that it would never heal.
Rather taking forever.
When did blood and killing become a craft that is a premeditated thought that can be described as clever?
 
Something that has not been fixed as a matter of later than sooner.
The clouds are now red and so is the water.
Its an eclipse that is clearly lunar.
Streets Blooded.
Streets Blooded.
 
I hate the site.
Those who live in the center of the madness cares less ask little to no question except.
What does that have to do with me.
Is this what you like?
They respond what of it.
 
Before it is to late they need to clean up this site and clean up there act I am sick of the talk.
I scream Bloody Pavements.
I am not stepping here.
This is where the innocent was f

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