Tuesday, April 10, 2012

It's Raining Blood






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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