Life Is the Blood-Oath-Death Departure

life is the blood oath-death-departure: streams of blood flooded the village students have no ways to pass summer turned arid, no crosses to cross. life is the blood oath-death-departure: pleading equality in red washes pleading liberty in red warmth people with lame are no where. life is the blood oath-death-departure: as a cry to mute the moving air a mourning to remember the misfortunes amounts of plays rub the jobs. life is the blood oath-death-departure: while the long wait, arise in the short wait remembering the shirts, out of down sweet morning we forget the chase to rub the red rotten blood.