Bullets fly
People die
The death angel sweeps the streets
Screams for shattered dreams
Reverberate through the air
Piercing hearts filled with despair
Feet run jumping fences
Landing in trenches
Filled with the stench of decaying life
Trapped in the muck and mire of existence
Insistent on pursuing illusive riches
The death angel sweeps the streets
Rivers of blood flow freely
Coloring the ground red
Reflecting the dread of
Dead souls rising in search of
The re-creation of the imagination
Wavering in the light of a new dawn…
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