Blood Rose Petals 🩸
Gloomy days for gloomy dreams It may seem but the sun never gleams Dreams concerning the Dangers of the white masked man Riping out courpses of flesh Pools of fresh blood rose petals Petals of what once were Innocent human beings Now, being put to rest for An eternity.
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