Blood
By xphile2868
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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Blood flows down his flaccid arms,
Like teardrops of the veins,
His eyes lose their blue colour,
And he sighs a last breath,
Onlookers pale in shock,
Some are crying, some are sobbing
Some are praying for his soul.
There'll be no Christmas for him,
And no more life either
He's gone to the Lord in the sky
And his story contains a warning
Dont drink and drive
Its not worth the risk
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