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[boyndacorner711]

"The streets run black wit blood,
as the sinner dies, it was just their time,
as it flows u can see all the hate and pain,
you hear the mother scream why did she die,
but i wont explain,
the pain in her face rolls into my eyes,
why did she die,
she could have saved herself along time ago,
but she just cried,
she marked the pain on her arm,
with no remorse,
u could no longer see the skin,
just scars and wounds,
why did she die,
u can still see the pain in her face,
and in her soul,
the mascara still bleeds as she floats down the river,
of her own blood,
i look at my arm,
and release my pain,
the hate flows out,
into the street,
as i fall in and join her fate,
i look into the sky,
saying no more lies,
and why did she die?"-J