Bloody Mary
I am devoid of hate probably because I'm in pain even though I have nothing to gain But my hands are still bloody Bloody from all the chaos But i still want to imagine Mary's hands are bloody she's now Mary on the cross and she can't get down Mary was all I wanted her happiness was all I hunted but now my dreams are haunted Mary is all I see her smile is all I can fathom
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