all eyes to me and hear my plea; it won't take long but it'll surely have a lesson. defectiveness of a soul interrupted its beauty to be displayed, however, the music of damaged heart superseding in every ascendancy. see, a woman who laid in the battlefield of America was forgotten for she was filled with unidentified bruises. thick blood flows from her eyes down to her stained cheeks; crying, begging, and dying at the same time. who would imagine one's sorrow nor help on someone's arrow. a huge mistake of her past never describe her now, yet she's afraid of the test she might come into lie. bullets as proof of dead pleas, never heard that she felt ease.one at a time her guns will lose the grip and a pistol will kill her impurity.
￤her imperfection is equal to death...
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