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The Red Rain Falls

I take the blade turn it to its sharp side

Put it to my skin as it starts its fatal ride

Red rain drops quickly fall to the ground

Slamming to the floor screaming a painful sound

Each red drop calls out for help that never shows

With the slow passing of time my pain quickly grows

Take me to your leader so he can explain to me

Why I was created to live in such misery

I live in a dark room no light is allowed

Singularity is my only crowd

Some call me a creep some say I am insane

All because I find life to be in vein