The Blood Will Fall

Original Poetry

One day,
The blood
Will drip from their
Fingertips
And the world will stop,
Wait,
Hold its breath.
It will be beautiful
To watch.
The sky will be painted red
With all the broken souls
Lifted from their empty vessels.
Beauty
In sadness.

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