My Creation?

July 12, 2008
By Desiree Wood, Dallas, TX

All the blood from the heavens falls like rain
showering us and cleansing oour souls
Our kin; our friends...
We weep in their deaths
These tears fall day in and day out
As the sun rises with each day-
The skys become evermore rustic with blood
THe blood of my loves! My firends!
I reach out, but I'm alone...
Alone, surrounded by a massacar so greart
But why?
Why do i sit here unhendered by death?
Alone; left with nothing
But the corpses and the blood
How could this be?!
I'm cast down a dark abyss of confussion
I'm lost... no where to turn...
Is this it..?
Is this the creation of my doing...?

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