A Puddle of Mud[Finished] | Wattys 2016

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Nothing is clear,
In this dark dark night,
Why did they try,
With all of their might,
We all screamed in terror,
As the blood filled the sky,
for the darkness never stumbled,
Until this murky night,
And your scream ricochets,
Off the tall canyon walls,
And we all look at your face,
Stained with the blood of the innocent,
And your hand is risen,
Holding a dagger stained with darkness,
And we wish you all good luck,
And the one that tried to frame you,
For as the sun came into the sky,
The sirens erupted,
As we all scattered,
Leaving you behind,
And whoever really did it,
Their name will never be known,
Since you sit on deaths bed,
Paying for their crime.