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by Hayden Nation   Sep 21, 2011


Blood trickles down your skin again
Holding promises of a far away land
A land of no pain, no grief, no sorrow
A land that will always be there tomorrow.
Ice cold winds push down dead grass
Settling a winter that will forever last.
All those summer, you'll leave behind
As all your memories escape your mind.
Slowly down descends your soul
As death comes to take you home.

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