Gallery of Pain: Defining Blood by Tiamat
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Tiamat
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Blood is like chocolate
Rich and sin Let me dive in Drown in it, delve into it Let me lose my mind in it Blood is paint Let me tell my story In its gruesome glory Pictures of horror in the mirror I still want more Blood is a raven Dark and gleaming Through which paint is seeping Fly through the night without a light Death is delight Blood am I I don't deny Don't dare ask why Lives in me, breathes through me Bleeds out of me |
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