It's Raining Blood
By Nomar Knight
It's raining blood
Tonight
Don't need a sharper
sword
Cause vengeance will
prevail
Tonight
Can't steal my dignity
Conniving little
weasel
Treachery still stings my back
Tonight
Payback will rule
until I see
Your head on a stick
Your heart on a
plate
Your soul in my
hands
Tonight
Everyone will know
What you did to me
Low-life foolish
scoundrel
Tonight
Your pleas bounce
off deaf ears
No one will save you
Tonight
It's raining blood
©2012 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Knight Chills Poem.
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