Pure Filth - 11/28/10
The truth hurts, Time heals all wounds
Blood as we know is sacred, it is not to be toyed with or tainted.
Fore truth is just and blood is sacred
At times they are disgraced and squandered.
If the heart is the strongest muscle, why is it broken so easily?
Truth is life, blood means holiness of life. Lies lead to death
Pain is the band-aid, the excuse for the sins of the past.
But this isn't a reality fore pain is a lie.
Lies are like truth stained in blood.
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