

Battle cryI lye on the ground blood dripping from not only my sword but my wounds bodies lying all around who didnt know their own doomBattle cry
when i strike blood blooms cant see anything but death when they fall they go boom they fall and the sword sinks deeper in their chests
Soon their blood wil dry and they will decompose The color will go to brown from rose after my loud battle cry
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me: quit slapping I,myself
myself: what!? I started it
I: yes you did! *giggling*
myself: urgh. . I, you know what i mean
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my heart is broken and i hope one day i hope that happiness will flood my blind eyes and heal me
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the world is getting older and so are you . . .get over it
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