Blood

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    Blood

    it makes me happy
    it makes me sing
    though for others it may sting
    when at the crucifix
    being brought down
    may the blood
    be spread all over town
    with its red glare
    and at sight makes you sick
    with a simple slice
    all you hear is click
    the deadly weapons
    may never go
    forget about you severed head
    lets get on with the show

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    stever commented on Blood

    01-16-2010

    ahhh yes i love the dark side this is what i love to write about ....read some of mine like..[.fanatsy relegion] write on.....sTeVeR

    Artie commented on Blood

    07-14-2009

    Very entertaining. I like the line - forget about you severed head lets get on with the show - nice!!

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