Slowly flowing down the hill
sometimes fast, sometimes slow,
The dark river moves on
over rocks and sand.
Each harsh word adding
a new rock or stone,
Yelling speeds it up
while thoughts slow it.
The river is full of blood
shed and spilled by all,
Tainted by horror and evil
from all the ages.
This dark river flows
ever through us all,
Feeding off our darkness
and shying from our light.
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