Red White Wrist,
For I am whom death hath kissed.
Horrors and yelling arise,
Like a knife that screams demise.
False love and true hate,
Hell has a lover's true fate.
Little bugs condemn my skin,
Penence for my every sin.
The beauty of this magic dust,
Helps me with man's greed and lust.
 
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