Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Tears of blood

"I shant shed a tear; the world did me wrong and I shall rejoice in it's pain."

Man cries this to the heaves as he scorches and spurns the earth. They walk through its realms and plains of desolation and shed not a single drop.

Who shall cry for the blood of the dead? Shall it be the innocent and the angels alone?

If so shall it be a mere tear, or one of blood?

Only god knows.

©Christopher F. Brown 2009


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