His blood is red for the sins of the dead
When his blood flowed
Their sin turned white as snow
For the living I say is true,
His blood also flowed for you
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
The sweetest of dreams As you lay down your head The day is over The sun has fled To catch the stars I know not what they are The sweetes...
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