From the Heart:
I see my blood still upon
your lips,
Though it is my heart you desire
the most,
To end its flow and all it makes live.
Do not thy dark angels still
reminisce?
Do not they drink from pleasure
more than content?
And when you have freed
yourselves from your curse,
What then my lost brothers?
Can you still create a life
that's worse?
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Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016
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