Fragrance that runs so deep

Embelished in ones own prayer

What secrets do you keep?

Do they put you in danger?

Let the bells ring

You know you cannot run

Let the choir sing

You clasp your cold, hallow gun

What prayers did you chant?

As you held up your gun

What miracles did it grant?

Now there’s nowhere to run

The man staggered

Was life truly this cheap

Liters of blood spattered

And began to seep…

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