Riot [On Hold]

Riot [On Hold]

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────────⊹⊱✫⊰⊹──────── You can't win when you're against the Mafia-everyone who dares to turn against their cause dies. Their blood runs thick down a blade after their execution,as their body stumbles to the floor,gasping in pain for a moment before embracing it's death. Riot,the daughter of its leader wishes for a peaceful life,one far away from the pericoloso. She wishes to escape,but is now on the run from the bloodline that dirtied her soul in the first place. Her conscience proves to be gifted,guiding her through thick and thin,right and wrong. But is it enough for her to seek a life without bullets and gore? Sometimes not even the innocent can shun themselves from evil. ────────⊹⊱✫⊰⊹────────
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Dear prince charming , Don't you know she bled ? All the 'i love you's' between your cigarette breaths were the only lies said. Dear prince charming , don't you know she smiled ? with knives in her back much like a girl gone wild? Dear prince charming , don't you know you were her only light? but it wasn't her on top of you last night. Dear prince charming , was loving you such a crime? perhaps that's why they say , commit full-time. So , pardon the surprise when your betrayal burned. -into her veins , and the sweet smile overturned. There stood your girl out of breath , Her soul craved your death. Aftermath of brutality , never looked this lustful. You did always say , she was quiet the handful. They say murder is an art , perhaps yours was where she'd start. To take away a life , is to play god in devils playground you wont be laughing when your angel is hell bound. It's not a love story , but for those walking with a bleeding heart. After all , hell is a writers bedside table and heaven is a completed draft.

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