March 31, 2012

This erupting blood is on you, my friend.
As much as I can cry to make amends.
This broken heart doesn't heed reason
Of rationality this is the greatest treason.

But look not here, I urge your judgement
Infinite pain is this story's only ending.
On the path of blood and toil I walk now
For this my determination is unbending.

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