Beauty Over Death
Speed it up
Follow it to Hell
Ready to recognize one solid call
As you all followed crimson tide
All of you
All of this
Can still be saved
But you all
But this all
Simply consumes me
I am about to die
It enters
My heart speeds rapid
Not ready for my blood to cease the flow
Her sweet face showed through all the bad
All of you
All of this
Has been already saved
But you all
But this all
Didn't realize
You were about to die
Copyright © Charles Grisham | Year Posted 2005
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