All things we love
Shall Die Soon
Bloody tide wave
Floods quite coast
Not my bullets
pierce your body
Not of my spite
Flowers fade
I just fall ill
Grass paits red
It's not my spite
infested air.
I just strike back
who hurt me
It's not my spite
Stain sea red
Infinite Tales 2008 - BloodyField(c)
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