My Blood Is Purple
My blood is purple,
Purple I say,
I say it runs throughout my veins
Veins of a pure king,
A pure king who bleeds when cut,
When cut under the ever, ever is the smiling sun,
The smiling sun that pollutes my blood red,
Red when shed,
Shed, under the ever, ever falsely smiling is the sun.
* Where all Kings and Queens and our blood is a violent purple, yet the rising of the
smiling sun pollutes it red.
Blood: The People, The last Free Minded, Etc......
Smiling Sun/ Falsely smiling sun: Government, Hidden associations,The news, Etc......
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