The Flood

The lights of the city burn only into reflection
on mirrored streets that refuse to see
All that is left is a broken memory
All that is left is a faint reflection of me
The streets of the city burn only into memory
of minds too broken to see
All that is left is a vision once seen
All that is left is a visage of me
The rain pours through gutters in sewers
that flow from bloody suites
All that is left is a trail of bloodied streets
All that is left is a faint reflection of me
Once called upon in older times
I now and happily repeat
Once called a crime upon the earth
I renew humanity

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