Topic: The Streets | |
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A guttural scream rips through the night
The sound of splattering blood hitting the ground Bullets rip through the air Passing through flesh and bone Listen closely you can hear the groans As life ebbs and flows onto the cold ground Shattered lives scattered dreams Crushed hopes all slipping down life's stream Cars driving by As mothers cry Children once forgotten Now lie dead and rotten And he stands by the bridge Tossing a gun boughten in an alley |
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Kind of sounds like my old neighboorhood...
So sad- yet real... |
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The bad thing is that it happens all around the nation. It sounds just like war. I guess it kinda is.
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So true very nicely written
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