love binds the faithful together
the hours of tears of the faithful pass by
from days to years pass by
the fear of been hunted down by the heretic overcomes
holding and protecting each other in arms was all the faithful have
in the end, horrible death arrives
when the sun rise
comes a rainy storm
the rain seeps through every body of the dead
no cries heard from the piles of body
only be accompanied by their own blood and roses of love
nevertheless it was a beautiful death
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Life as an imbecilee to the spawn of my heart
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Alpha Mephistopheles
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