Blood Bath
it was a coup, they planned it all along.
but they never knew who was getting hit, they set curfews for the masses.
don't care if they spoil a date.
they boost of what they have while you put them there, you help them up and now who cares.
so it was a coup, so you had a plan, so we thought it was original.
so it was a coup people died in the process, so it was for you.
they drink wine, they sleep like a baby, and their eyes to the sky when their troth is slashed.
their blood runs deep to the ground like water and makes the ground solid.
so it was a coup, so you had it pinned while many others die yet you sit so fat.
you sleep like a new baby.
so it was a coup.
Copyright © Christian Adeyemi | Year Posted 2017
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