Bloodlines
He yelled in my face told me I have to change my ways. He said I'm now part of his DNA Tracked my history, what type of blood runs in my veins. He said he wants to change me. But you can't change a bloodline. Different ancestry, broken family tree. Blood boiling, sweat dripping, tears falling down on me Different tendencies, type A and type B atoms and divisions, multiply the beasts close your eyes and breathe you can't change the bloodline in me.
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