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APSACIAN in heaven

my heavenly blood
my blood on green
the last worldly tread
with by oozing vein

my eyes bled
for my brother
the butcher held
the bleeding weather

I can hear the sounds
mother’s howling groan
louder than all hounds
who gave apsac a ruin
the morning of sixteenth
the winds  mourn
the bleeding December
green all red and torn

I walk in paradise
with an year’s gleam
today’s sunrise
gives me a dream

my ambition will live
in my living mates
the upcoming dive
rising in shining fates


About natalieken

When roar is near I will bland the noise To soothe your ear I will sing a melody

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