A lil Poem of violence.

Violence (A poem of Violence)

Bullets Flow and Blood rains, into a sea of death, sorrow, and pain.
Which plunges deep into a sewer of decay, lying stray for hours to make.
Never to be discovered, but always to be ignored.
Liters of lost live waiting to be poured like wave on the shore, into the eyes of the public.
Easy to open but harder to shut it. Violence-Reigns-Supreme.
In the souls of evil, evil civilians numbers gaining reaching the billions, far
Surpassing the millions-coming closer to trillion is where, Violence-Reigns-Supreme.
Death Tolls rising like an elevator in heaven. With the last floor Hell. Middle floor Earth.
3rd planet in orbit of the Sun. Filled with sins as rules, stricter than catholic nuns.
Road to righteousness deserted and glum. All adding up to the sum of sin, which has reign
King and on top of things since time begin. Flown faster than falcons, army bigger than mountains.
Head on collisions, taking 3 lives while only blowing 4 rounds and-in a shark state of mind humanity can only fear drowning. Bodies ricochet off the wall like ping pong when folks get down-some. Over it's death in search of the meth, drugs, or what's left of the sin. Armageddon the end, the World at it's end, no hope ever in sight. Death doubling-tripling over the night. Countless living in fright. Scared to say good night to loves ones in plain sight. Petrified of the out come. Killers laugh as we frown some. Taking ones life can never be debated up. Never ever able to make it up. Like a clown before a show. Or a disappointed band on the road, where a lonely soul was lost. But always for a cost. Maybe out of spite. It's so hard to ever see the light. Just one good night. But no all we get is sirens; under the spell of Violence.