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[bodytext] => FAMILY BLOOD Soured Blood spoiled in the rising sun, as soldiers fell around the uneven grass that fluttered through the morning breeze, as guns glowed with stains on the handles that pondered the grass from beneath, and bullets through the victims of war. That's when I saw the light, so bright, I could see you, through the fogged down Earth, through the water as it rained down upon you. Through the eyes of the enemies, through the blood that splattered as they shot, as the dead, shocked-- and rose above, becoming what they are. The eyes of the heart-broken families that mourned over your grave, the tears that ran down their faces, madness that pummeled the world, no hints, no suggestions, nothing but madness sprouted throughout the night. When they screeched your name through the cold, wintry air, through the cracks in walls, floors, and skin, when your things were hurled into the street, never picked-up, just laying there, feeling deserted through time and space. I saw you through the uneven, grass that blew through the mourning breeze, you with bullets through you, that punctured the ground. I saw you through the rain as your blood spilled, down pebbles and rocks, down rivers adn streams, through the shots they fired through the night, that passionless night I saw you, was the mourning I died. by Mariah McGuinness [comments] => 2 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 48 [informant] => stupidly_smart [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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