War

BLOOD RED SUN

My existence is bequeathed to me by a blood red sunthe gaiety of youth and the Passiontide of friendship ‘s that have never cost me a penny…….. I am sick of Cosmopolitan indulgent choirs ……………Our Brave young in wounded hells listening to stagnate sympathies, living in pain unending. Ugly thoughts where the righteous are forsaken,

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