Blood
I can see your blood
And all the paths it takes
How fast or slow I takes
If it's bunching up in your neck
It is a stroke you can expect
When it's filling the paths hard and strong
High blood pressure is what's wrong
If you come from an exercise class
I see it flowing very fast
If it's moving fast I'm not clear
But usually I find it's because of fear
Sometimes I see things that don't belong there
Usually those people are somehow impaired
The bloods sometimes slow,
In people that are old.
I see blood, sometimes good
Sometimes bad
And that is the very super power I have
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