Twinkle twinkle

Twinkle twinkle scarlet drop
how I wonder where you’ll stop
down onto the ground you flow
like a red stream, strong and slow.

Twinkle twinkle small red pool
how you look so nice and cool
lying on the ground so still
waiting for more blood to spill.

Twinkle twinkle eyes so bright
soon now they will lose their sight
Death comes to claim their master,
and she wishes “please come faster.”

Twinkle twinkle nevermore
Life you thought was a big bore
gone is the sadness you felt
fold the cards that you were dealt.

 
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