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Blood dripping from the lustful sword Forged in the eddies of hell The lives of men beckoning At every moment and turn Blood dripping from the lustful sword But it's never enough Its thirst is never quenched Forever parched Dustier than a desert plain Blood dripping from the lustful sword A thousand have been felled Stalks of wheat in the wind And I the wielder Blood dripping from the lustful sword Am not even safe As the blade turns inward Piercing my chest Blood dripping from the lustful sword Cutting through my heart As if it were ashes Latching on and drinking its fill Blood dripping from the lustful sword I crumple I fall The hand that has fed it Has in turn been bitten
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
Blood Dripping from the lustful sword
Blood dripping from the lustful sword Forged in the eddies of hell The lives of men beckoning At every moment and turn Blood dripping from the lustful sword But it's never enough Its thirst is never quenched Forever parched Dustier than a desert plain Blood dripping from the lustful sword A thousand have been felled Stalks of wheat in the wind And I the wielder Blood dripping from the lustful sword Am not even safe As the blade turns inward Piercing my chest Blood dripping from the lustful sword Cutting through my heart As if it were ashes Latching on and drinking its fill Blood dripping from the lustful sword I crumple I fall The hand that has fed it Has in turn been bitten
Elizz
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Elizz
17/F
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
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