Sunny Bloody Sunday

Blood everywhere Sprawled on the pavement is the recollection of childhood Wide eyed and jaw dropped All of innocence is taken and fully grown is now all that is known A limp body A juvenile mirror as it is Reflecting all of a tortured life The entire world is spinning through a black hole into the soul of a dark corpse all is forgiven, now that the deed is done now that the body of painful memories have been destroyed Sickness had eroded this village of ghosts All is gone, now the weight on shoulders of the weak are released Hearts can fly and minds can soar Over wrongs of the sick Armed with just a gutting knife and bat The wrong that was done is now fulfilled, repaid in a massacre of redemption of the mind Trauma and memories can lighten the brain, Anger can finally release Goodnight father.