Crimson Blood forms with air
Cresening its mark within our hair
Gallows brings blood
But death brings tears
And falling skies
Bring us fear
The wind never dies
And the rain never stops
The earth keeps spinning
And the gallows don't stop
Maybe the gallows don't cause pain
But think of me in the falling rain
Friday, September 14, 2007
A Poem by Kendall
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