Blood of Boston

Strangled noises of fear forget to free themselves,
Blurred objects in horror sprint by,
A haze of red and black.
Black as night, as coal, as death.
Shocked expression on every transparent figure,
Blazing fires burn every soul,
A sensation of love and hatred.
Hatred that thrives, that pulses, that dies.
Searing pain in every heart that beats,
Bothering human consciousness,
A bomb in Boston.


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