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"More blood!'' cry the vultures, "more blood!"-
The old carrion
crows of our land
The men by her children who stood
With halter and scourge in their hand!
"Blood! Blood, ankle deep!'' is the shout,
While they gloat o'er their Circean cup,
And grin, the base, ravening rout--
As though it were blood they suck'd up!

But from them every drop we shall save
Which through her dear arteries floats,
Till at last in despair they do crave
From the devil and us their own throats!
Every drop! though like Dives they pray
From the hell in their own bosoms nursed,
Crying out but for one to allay
The pangs of that horrible thirst!

That is a poem. (No shit.)

It is from my story, Gotham's Brightest: My Scars Smile. ♥

It's a sequel to my prequel. Haaaaaa. Holy shit I can't believe I am still awake. Anyways, go look at it, if you waaaant.

Joking. You HAVE to. Like seriously I am making you go look. Since you read my blog you have to go read it and at least tell me how shitty it is. Or you'll be cursed for seven years.♥