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Blood is the wine which runs through our veins.
It’s fine and rich like the jewels we treasure.
Some are weak at the sight of blood.
Some are excited at the sight of blood.
Some feel pleasure at the sight of blood
Some feel pain at the sight of blood.
Blood is the wine of our savior.
Blood resembles the life which we live
We live by the blood we carry.
We must savor the blood we possess.
For it is our beginning and end.
Our doom and our salvation
The blood through our veins is our power.
Power is everything
To have blood is to have everything.
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