Children of the Night

Venomous water
         from which we drink
Night has came to claim
        what the day has left behind
Where sin seems to wash-off
        with a shower and a fix
Compiled peoples
         like hot bullets
         that melt in the wind
Whores who kiss shadows
         beyond
         what they can conceive
Bleeding money
         upon dead hands
         made ready for burning
Flashbacks
         just shape-less  dreams
         that feed a greedy ego
Freedom for the lost
         and lonely
As darkness set
         over our field of hope
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