Dark turns to light
a halo in his eyes
Moods always change
When nothing stays the same
Splatters of red
Now all is dead
The clock is ticking down
Your time is running out.
a halo in his eyes
Moods always change
When nothing stays the same
Splatters of red
Now all is dead
The clock is ticking down
Your time is running out.
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