chris bowen - blood

the angel haint, the taint blood of humanity.kill with vanity witch.the ditch of the cemetary over flows with bones that used to belong to the old and the strong.the song of the wind is angels will kill again.fill a cemetary with corpses.pierce the eye with the double try, know my blye is a porches.

chris bowen

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