Convoyed me to the trust's mount,
It took like four months or five
Noticed when we reached the ground,
All along, she was carrying knives
.
Tries to steal my soul, the thief
Without caring 'bout the amount
Bleeding heavily, I need a relief,
Blood is melting on the ground
.
In that empty land
Everyhing was looking
weird
It looked all red, the sand
The hungry soul of hers I feared
.
I've never lost the belief
In my own blood I dive,
Like a dead Autumn's leaf
Oh GOD! thanks! I'm still alive!
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