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Azura Skye Nov 2015
Crystal white, ice cold,
I'm blood hot
Running bold
Mistress sweet calls once again
To quench the fire within my brain

Crystal white, vice hold
My Blood forgot
Ice cold
Mistress heats the only pain
That builds the fire within my brain

Kissed the night, twice old
Blood clots
The cards fold
Mistress cheat pulls on the chain
The funeral pyre within my brain

Pistol fight, price told
Bloodied shot
running cold
terror street screams once again
The voice of ghosts of Mistress slain.

— The End —