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the blood king

By November 21, 2023No Comments1 min read

He takes what he wants
And tonight he wants you
Don’t look his way
Or this can be your last day .

You won’t get through this
The silence.
The screaming.
You won’t get through this
The silence.
The screaming.

The angels aren’t listening
In anger he spreads his wings.
Sweet fruits
A fallacy.
To mask
Blood letting.

King of the afterlife
Can’t escape.

You won’t get through this.

The silence.

The screaming.

(originally published on Tumblr, 2015)

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