If blood will flow
When flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour
Of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain
Will wash the stains away
But something in our minds
Will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a …
what a gem π
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the rain will say how fragile we are