Blood

Blood on the streets,
Blood on the blades.
For every heart that beats,
another life fades.

How much blood must pour,
until death is satisfied?
All this blood on the floor,
From all of those who died.

Flames from hell,
Lights from heaven,
Most of them fell,
Some went to eden.

Death will go on,
Until theres no one left.
From all the evil that spawn,
that took our lives with theft.

© Copy-righted by David A Marshall