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Bloodshed on the battlefields of your mind. Love, is not revenge, for ***** sake! To take a life In your hand Have that power, and Strife. Strife between the battle of love and vengeance. This is not love; it had been once. A Lifetime ago. Manifestation of something sinister. No olive branch carried by the sincere dove. Insidiously creeping. Grab hold.        “Ready for weeping?” Aims of destruction; No mercy. A God fallen. You’re next.
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
A God, fallen.
Bloodshed on the battlefields of your mind. Love, is not revenge, for ***** sake! To take a life In your hand Have that power, and Strife. Strife between the battle of love and vengeance. This is not love; it had been once. A Lifetime ago. Manifestation of something sinister. No olive branch carried by the sincere dove. Insidiously creeping. Grab hold.        “Ready for weeping?” Aims of destruction; No mercy. A God fallen. You’re next.
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
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