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|9||Dew Of Blood|
Clubland's walls were dripping wet with blood and brains-
As toxic liquid drano was pumped into the angel's veins.
The high was low , he need his next fix NOW!
And that is why the murderer never even understood how.
Trapped inside himself while cutting up the victim-
The fallen angel and his dust never knew what hit them.
Wings of the angel floated to the bottom of the bay-
As conspiring club kids went to the Limelight to pray.
The congregation never noticed he was disconnected-
Or aware of how he and clubkids had the angel dissected.
John K Brewster
"Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver"- Lord Tennyson