Grim reapers blade shines in the faintest of the moom light to kill all the
unwanted nightmares children have.
Crimson blood that has fallen out of the angles wings has landed upon earths
surface, makeing people belive all hell has come.
Children cry to the music that rings in their head, and adults just wish
they were dead.
What they do not know is that Love can kill even death its self.
We have all forgotten what its feels to bathe in the godesses tears.
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