Breath Of Death... Roses are as Red as the lips of night; Violets are as Blue as their hearts. They feast off the weak and live on their blood, by relying on Strength and their Smarts. Lemons are as yellow as their teeth after Death; Limes are as Green as their greed. Watch for the shadows lurking in the breeze; your life may be next for which they shall feed. They thrive off the scent of eternal pain; they live off the warmth of your Breath. The feeling brings them pleasure in the night; like a flash of light they bring Death.Birth sign: Libra
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