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The Mark of Blood

This universe is not safe anymore We could see the mark of blood everywhere We are no more human, we are monster The taste of blood only can make us happier. We are too much thirsty for blood For a self interest we deny our brotherhood We can kill our mate in the name of falsehood How could we tell that we are scared of God? We are becoming inferior to the beast We already proved that we are anarchist We are busy to make killing feast; When and how we could stop our blood thirst.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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