Crimson rain

The Crimson rain is falling
It’s flowing past in sheets
The torrent never ending
In a million Crimson pleats

It forms above in clouds
So holy from the start
Cloaking me in Crimson shrouds
Making seas to part

So holy a form from up above
Are the droplets such as these
Falling together as in love
Shifting slightly in the breeze

Only I know the truth
To where these drops are from
The means more uncouth
Than any unholy kingdom

Blood was spilt in the making
Of such divine drops
Each time another heart breaking
Every time a drop plops

The blood is truly flowing
Over me in torrents
The eastern wind is blowing
As police are signing warrants

I guess the time is over
Yet the fun has only started
The body under clover
And another one departed

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