Blood Upon Lead
Cast out of dreams, Darkness of dread, Somber memories, Haunting my head, Vision of shadows, Wishing me dead, Lingering with bullets, With blood upon lead, Fast is succumbing, As the blood runs red, As I lay upon the nails, As my eternal bed, With my hunger, Not fully fed, As me and fate, Become a silent word said
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