as the mist rolls across the street we see her shes calling for her love
looking looking for the key to her chains no one knows who she is Elizabeth hellsting my great aunt high up on the cross we watch her weep for her sins
look at the ones you have lost in the past she said
i looked at my past her eyes widen when she seen the blue glow my eyes had turn to then rapidly they changed to a bloody red and then to a multi-color
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