Bodies bloodied on the floor
With it splattered across the faces
All oh so sweet
With dollar bills blood soaked to the core
Flutter down from your cloud
Oh tainted daughter of mine
And land on the dry land
And make the skies cry
Empty out land of gluttony
And pierce the skies with your rage
Place clouds before the sun
And drown the world in sorrow
Crown of thorns
No more roses
With sweetness, dust
With pleasure, pain
Knock out the unworthy
And show them no more tears
Watch the flowers bloom as you touch them
And the color come to the world as you step
Author notes
Well, I have no effin idea.
Well....suppose you can give me something to work with?
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