The Tears Her Blood


THE TEARS IN HER BLOOD.

Let her be, just let her be,
O Jericho, the tall wall of doom.
Don't let tears drop in her blood any more,
She means nothing to stay,
Nothing to say in the book
Of the assumed Truth.
But she was no where to be found in it,
Only in the influence of your muscles,
And enclaves of your thought factory.
Don't let tears drop in her blood any more.
In your selective stability strategical sense,
They are flowers that flies feinted on the floor.
A long lasted accusation drops and dumps
The she iroko in the geographical genetics
Of her effort for LOVE in the Eden of mirage.
Don't let tears drop in her blood any more.
You always place your rod without Justice,
But within justice you still place your stick,
No carrots, no oranges, no Apples to plead and plea.
But her Apple becomes Hell in the Fire.
Her kindness brought the microscope to make you see afar,
And it gave ego to shoulder you and the hood of man.
But your prosecution never fade in your heart
Are you a prosecutor? Just let her be...
Please just let her be what ever.
With you her solitude will never end.
Don't let tears drop in her blood any more.

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