And the crowd roars, worshiping the hero,
Above she stands ***** her gaze piercing lost souls,
And the crowd bows, obeys the idol,
Behold, she rises, her voice thunderously falls,
And the crowd howls, swords and arrows,
“Peace!” Her bleeding heart sheds hidden sorrow.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
And the crowd roars, worshiping the hero,
Above she stands ***** her gaze piercing lost souls,
And the crowd bows, obeys the idol,
Behold, she rises, her voice thunderously falls,
And the crowd howls, swords and arrows,
“Peace!” Her bleeding heart sheds hidden sorrow.
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