Your Blood

August 8, 2010
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When your blood stops
Black and cold
You know what’s coming
Because you’ve been told
But when you fall
It’s never the same
There’s always a kick
Adding to your pain
Satan’s little teeth
Sink into your flesh
Again your blood flows
Red and fresh.
Wicked or free
Obscured by insanity
Possessed or holy
He’s got you
For eternity.

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