The Blood of Souls

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The Blood of Souls
by: Elizabeth and Rachel Morgan

Through your heart, the sword will sear.
Your cries of pain we will not hear.
Mind the blood there on the floor,
for if you flee there will be more!

Our brothers here we stand as one,
But bear in mind, there is no fun.
If our masks are viewed as odd,
You'll face the wrath of many gods.

So take your short walk of fate.
You will not find the pearly gate.
Do not drag this on and on,
For your soul is already gone.

Your story here is not so strange,
All of your kind are too deranged
to understand a life of pain.
Your mind's too small for the heavy gain.


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Style: Quatrain

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