Spilled blood

Bullets sore across the blue sky
The innocent bystanders flee 
For they do no care why
They merely wish to survive
Living without a care in the world
Stuck in the bored mundane life
Their meaningless lives have been taken for a whirl
Forever now they will only know strife
For the world has taken a turn for the worst
As they watch their loved ones heads begin to burst. 
The people on the street start to scream and curse
 The bullets soaring across the sky begin to fall 
and the blood begins to flow
fear and panic are in their eyes, god is who they call
But their prayers will never be herded 
For god is dead and the world will burn