And ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On a flowers of evil in bloom
She was the sun shining upon
the tomb of my hopes and dreams so frail
She was the moon painting me
with it's glow so vulnerable and pale
She was the wind carrying in
all the troubles and fears that I'll try to forget for years
She was the fire, restless and wild
burning me upside and down
The funeral of hearts
and plea for mercy
When love is a gun
separating me from you
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