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Red and warm liquid Flow like river on skin Waiting for the end

On a full moon’s night Blood curdling scream full of fright A daunting beast awakens

Ode to ye, oh wagers of wars, pray, dost hear our pleas...

There is a presence Felt in a lone haunted house It is unhappy

She looks in my eyes With a sad look in her face It is heartbreaking

then why do we commit this sin...

...i'm dizzy...

what's life like...

I am cold I am told By those who don’t know me And those who do Say it is envy This is the world we live in People here and there always..

Hope is what we strive for...