No..no..no..not now..
Not ever ..no more.
A crimson trail of fear
Flowing between old and new
Who in madness decreed
That they shall not lubricate?
Natural oils are forbidden
To satiate old traditions.
A crimson trail of fear flows
From the bowels of an older
Woman lying still.
The mutilater..
The girl runs in the woods
Knife in hand..
The weapon of her freedom
From the crimson trail of fear.
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