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I long for the blood of those that are sinful,
The thirst that's devouring me like wildfire,
Down my throat, it itched severely,
No amount of scratching nor water can tame it,
A life for a life, that should be the law,
For if you have murdered your kind,
Then your life would suffice its unrest soul,
That wandered the world like a lone wayfarer,
Seeking for the justice it deserves.
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"Justice will prevail and the dead will get their fill..."
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A World of Poems
Poesía"The dead that weaves in the spindle, A bundle of silk - woven and spun, Collected and collected, Until it's a huge massacre of stars." -Excerpt This is an original made poetry collection about life and are written in many forms of genre like love...
