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black roses blossom, inside these
flame filled fields,
that happiness has become…. less
that love has disappeared as of late and utopia has regressed
my heart still beats to your drum though
got me thinking bout that night in… and then
cold autumn winds hit my face.. reality becomes quiet closer
sober nights, evade me and the seconds on my time piece
bloody mary, bloody mary… mary
i know you can hear me… i see the blood dripping from the leaves
as my feet tread through these fields
Zeus throws lighting bolts through the sky
turning the skies purplish red

Jay G

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