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Bloodbath Dark Butterfly
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Categories: unapologetic
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The darkness of the old castle scattered a dark color siren lying in a black coffin in the people slowly get up in the old castle only the sound of the soft footsteps echoed ...... holding a broken string of puppets leaning on the windowsill in the moonlight, silver hair cloaked in the black aristocratic breath only a piece of a piece of red dust, only blood, the white angels. -There was only love, but no love - when the angel fell - there was only love, but no love for the devil, forsaken by God, left behind by the red of his mouth. All is white, looking into the distance. There is only a white sky ......