The water runs blood red, the body lying in the middle of the stream. I’m walking and I hear the scream. The blood curling scream for the sight of something that was seen. I jog, I run, I haul over rocks and past the trees.
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The Stream
The water runs blood red as I look at the decaying corpse lying in the middle of the stream. When all of a sudden further down I hear a scream. A blood curling scream for the sight of something that was seen, up the bank by the stream.
whoever said “if you build it, they will come” was a…
complete idiot!! i made a page for the music i have made, filled it up with my songs…put buckets of sweat and blood into this project, and i’ve yet to see a page veiw… possibly if i post here someone might visit my page… www.mp3.com/djniv