Red Rain, by Bleeding Hopelessness
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I see the rain on the street
Cold enough to turn to sleet
Considering what’s going on
The color is quit unique
Between this war that drones on
And the citizens that had become undone
Life seems meaningless now
And the bloodshed has been shun
As time passes through this night
Many soldier still fight
As the reddest rain falls
On the streets tonight
All hope has fled
As bodies fall heavy as lead
Gun shots go off
And many fates have been met |
Posted: 2010-04-18 19:16:36 UTC |
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