shallow
blood in the rivers
blood in the streets
blood of humans
blood belonging to beasts
blood dark yet pure
stains on peoples faces entails insanity
blood seeping in snow turn pure to polluted
puddles of blood reflect decrepitude of humanity
they try to wash it off their hands
they fail to realise they are knee deep in it
ghosts of the past
turn present decrepit
there may be hope yet
for those seeking gods redemption
lot of pain to be endured
by the path of the devil if not god,shall salvation be ensured