A drop of blood, a drop in life The taste of sharpened steel Soft belly, pink and yielding - pressure makes it real He stands alone at night - so cold No more to sleep - or even care The rut is deep, the grave is dug Please let me go down there Alcoholic baggage crash, violence in the night Conflict, poison chemical trap Why'd they have to die When the winds - they come for me Grief for those behind But over all and under all Rest will soon be mine A red mist sinks The eyelids close and he is on his way I'm sorry mum, I'm sorry girl - my friends what can i say Fear not the struggle will be won Others will take his place Nothing ventured, nothing gained Nobody can cheat fateBirth sign: Leo
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