They cried "abjure" as they burned those saints. they say how odd as they stare into my face. they burn us both at the stake. saints burned because of other's evil and I burn within my celulite and pain. They can't see that I'm just diffrent. No one sees that the world's insain. And the court thinks they are doing us a favor, as they smell our burning flesh. my ashes melt into the past but no silver shining heart is left.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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