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• Artiste: Surprises
• Titre: Blood Red And Christmas Green
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Burnt by ivory dust holds his blades like they're sharp He lived his life in a series of bows made his incision and laid himself down bulbs in the darkness, light up the tree a mixture of crimson and perfect evergreen he folded his hands with a white covered cross asked for forgiveness, but whats God really lost then died. his children found him late after strewn by their gifts like a pile of rotted fruit imagine their mother, with a ghost by her side but lays with another, where her new one resides A note in their stocking too late to read he'd left them a gift not on christmas but its eve He'd punctured his wrist with an object so blunt and not God's forgiveness, but that which of his son He lays there, impatient, with tears in his eyes. they're blood red and christmas green blood red and christmas in his eyes