Blood Letters 1
Give me words worthy
And i will spill from this goblet,
Flowing bitterness shall let from my bosom
Hear my outcry all ye victims of my struggles
My scribble dripping in red
My pages drenched in blood
My words shall flow like a cleansing tide
And this i shall call my blood letters
Copyright © Sean Claudine | Year Posted 2011
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