Blood Offerings: A Poetry Anthology
Living in Crimson
If the sky rained blood,
we would all be murderers
unable to wash our hands
or life.
If the sky rained blood,
the seas and rivers
would be enormous veins
from which we would suck
the life from Mother Nature.
If the sky rained blood,
we would be noble by birth,
bluebloods,
full of ink
and preyed upon
by the newly christened vampires
called scribes and poets.
If the sky rained blood,
we would all be stained.
J.A.Belial
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