Pure

by PYRAlovesTRAVIS   Sep 20, 2007


Spill the blood, break the glass make pain and agony. Make the evil ones suffer. Make the pure ones live forever. Release the pain and agony that I have. My love for you is everlasting, my passion for you is like the world... it changes. I can't wait to see another day where it is peaceful and only the pure ones are alive; but then alas I would be dead for I am not pure.

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