Desend
The screams filled the rooms with no avail,
desend, desend with the bullets they hail,
and it halfs again a smirk reads,
coarse smirks fail their pleads,
the fallen revived in black winged life,
colors smeared and spattered on their hanging sycth,
in dreams they decay,
now, under six feet they lay,
desend, desend with these bullets they say,
desend, desend another cold day.
desend, desend with the bullets they hail,
and it halfs again a smirk reads,
coarse smirks fail their pleads,
the fallen revived in black winged life,
colors smeared and spattered on their hanging sycth,
in dreams they decay,
now, under six feet they lay,
desend, desend with these bullets they say,
desend, desend another cold day.
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