Blood spouts down,
like pouring rain,
you look at me on the ground,
with hate and disdain,
crimson streaks my face,
I'll kill you now,
never leave this place,
I don't know how,
warm and slick,
like heart's desire,
makes me sick,
my body's on fire,
metallic and salty,
a sickly scent,
imperfect and faulty,
it reaches it's vent.
Reality: Resurrection!
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