Source:sexyandmagnetic
Burn baby burn.
Your blood runs hot.
Oozing down the stem.
Dripping to the ground.
Leaving mounds of red.
Where buds will spring up.
And take their rightful place.
In the world of the nonliving,
They will fight for him.
The evil one.
The Dead one.
THE DEAD GAME
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