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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Blood Upon The Walls The leaders of light are now all sleeping no more will they stand proud above the dawn And the murderers who left the crowds all weeping Remain alive to cast hate on and on Every scent of fear has warnings to remember every echo in the thunder sends new calls Watch your step between October and December come the new year you will find blood upon the walls The bullets make their way to form destruction our world will face its end quite this style Shattered dreams are just the truth of each obstruction And for now they gather close around the Nile Where a man has died for being strong and bold as he walks in dignity toward heaven’s halls Here will rest the lasting signs of regal talent near the death marks of the blood upon the walls There once was someone singing to the masses he asked for peace with grand imagination His soul now gone, and body only ashes the victim of a lost fool’s situation Beware of winter’s frost and autumn’s browning the simple sound of nature soon enthralls When the seasons change and smiling lips are frowning be assured it’s only blood upon the walls There comes a day when you will seek for glory the promised land which shows the best of times Reality may tell a different story it’s not for us to live between the lines And the optimist will spend his days believing while tomorrow speaks of destiny that crawls For wherever love is found beneath the evening Scarlet morning waits with blood upon the walls
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