Blood has one color.
No face. Was always virgin.
Has no other name.
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I cannot find any
nativity of violence in
breaking novice heart.
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You in disarray,
will not find the path of
death's spin. Truth will pay.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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