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May 2014
I gasp every time
Mine meet with his cold blue eyes
For a moment the world stops
The air grows foggy with sighs

Now they say he's with another
Precious ******, dressed in white
Swallowing his tales like candy
Does she pray for him at night?

Does he hit her too
Or is she made of glass?
A cobweb covered beauty
Living somewhere in the past

Pretty angel
Even Satan can't deny
She said that I seem sweet
"She's ******* ******," he replied

Well you're a hypocrite,
And my only question is-
Can you worship Mother Mary
Whilst blood is dripping from her eyes?
Written by
Kat  Amarillo, Texas
(Amarillo, Texas)   
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