The Bloods of the Falling Heroes

The ones we love, are the ones you shove, Yet you think He is happy, the one above. Probably He is not watching the game... That will soon bring upon you, shame! Or will spare you with the earthly death, But you shall live to suffer while you breathe... The ones you admire, will be burnt like Fheroes' desires, To morn your faces with tears so hot of fires! That in agony, thy peace will know condolences, How sharp its thorns wear out sighs in sequences; For love to live the humble royal craziness, With which you neglected their moms and dads to unwieldiness. The world you cherish, you shall pray it perish. Rainbow of trouble, color their courage in fetish! And cease its effectiveness cum due morrow, That today will drag the past skipped sorrow; Unto thy running feet to a one corner... Feeding you from its karma like foreigner. The running feet would retire to Niger Area, Which you abandoned to mosquitoes causing malaria; Thinking you can forever run the relay... Traveling to fro the globe without delay- Getting back from outside the house; Cleaned of no raging mouse. Their blood pressure is your hypertension, You can not hide all day its tension. Their stifled heartbeats are in your thoughts, You shall continue to see as stars like astronauts. Their shining stars have been mar, You will never be clean of its scar. Their own home you set on cry, You will never know joy no matter the try. Their parents you render childless, Your wards calamity be bottomless. Their ways you made bushy, You will never know ways so cushy. Live to drink the whole of little, To mark Abels' blood on Cain not belittle. AMEN!