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Don't laugh at me, most of "poems" if you can even call them that, never rhyme, it's just a bunch of my thoughts I put down. Just don't make fun of it 'kay?

Blood rains down, it flows in the streets
It's so unreal to see it end this way
I see my own blood joining the flow
And I wonder...how did it become this way?
Corpses line the streets, stacked ten high to the sky
I see mother and child, slain in each other's arms
How did hell come to earth?
The dying call out, you hear their screams, just before...their blood flows out
My mind is racing, I find no escape, how to get away from this?
The Ravens decend, picking at the dead, they shall find no peace even in death...
The corpses stare at me, acusing me of this fate...and I cannot blame them...
Afterall......this is MY hell....