Blood of death hands of being
Shade the pears for the shrives
Red the deep blood in the bright of colours
Love with deep love of darkness
All cheers goes for the blue
All slurry goes for flu
All hens go for the sparklers
All horses go for the sheep
Deep down goes for mortality
Deep down goes for water of red
Blue goes with the shades of dust grey
Pink goes for the hatred of nails
As white can’t match the black with the eyes of dirt
As rich can’t catch the ground with slaves
Walk away if want with bears around the veins
With the thirst of happiness
Wind of white horses come’s takes to sees
Way back sees the evil smile bloody hands of
Thousands of beings: unknown indeed.

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