She wore a ring of blades With a single blow she left a mark Upon your chest a bleeding symbol of her everlasting work of art. Her heart is surely twisted Your faith equally so Blood seeping through the fabric All needed was one blow. You wear a ring of blood With a single mark you have changed Upon your chest a healing symbol your everlasting twist of fate. Her heart is purely twisted Your love for her equally so Blood going dry on the fabric All you'll ever need to know.
Reason for writing:
http://www.angelfire.com/tx/cosmicjive ; Etched in stone or etched in bone, still your fate be sealed.Birth sign: Not entered
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