The rose is red
For the blood he shed
From the crown of thorns upon his head
The sky is blue
For the blood went through
The skin the whips tore in two
The blood he gave
So our souls could be saved
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
wish upon a falling star Means nothing as to who you are Twinkle Twinkle in the night Beware the light Beware the light
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