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Vendetta Red
That is not light.
It is just dark where you are.
A vendetta red.
On the suicide scythe of time.
Where space does not occur.
And the words will never rhyme.
As I cry out, “Why me?”
God cries back, “Why not?”
And then all is right with the...
It is just dark where you are.
A vendetta red.
On the suicide scythe of time.
Where space does not occur.
And the words will never rhyme.
As I cry out, “Why me?”
God cries back, “Why not?”
And then all is right with the...
