It leaks a crimson tear,
blood dripping to the dirt,
pooling up,
gathering around the grave,
the thorned halo sits ontop the tombstone,
the pain is visible,
all over the site,
i can feel his hot tears,
splashing to my chest,
transferring all the regrets,
of nothing more,
i can feel the blood,
taken from his arms,
splashing down to my face,
showing me the pain,
im on bent knees,
looking up above,
to the symbol,
the symbol of my eternal fate,
to where i stand for ever,
bleeding in heaven,
the symbol simply is the cross,
burned into my fate,
i enjoy every minute of it,
the thorned halo sits atop my head,
to experience what my lord once felt,
i cry for him,
my love for him is never ending,
i bleed for him,
showing him my promise,
the thorned halo sits atop my head,
so i can be with him forever.
 
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