Trigger, bullets speed
Yellow flashes of light.
Sunbeam slash,
Struck like golden lightning.
Your spirit burns
And out of the wound,
Fly out empty whistled tunes.
Made of life
That is not my own.
Combine your blood
With mine.
Yellow flashes of light.
Sunbeam slash,
Struck like golden lightning.
Your spirit burns
And out of the wound,
Fly out empty whistled tunes.
Made of life
That is not my own.
Combine your blood
With mine.
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