Bleed, for relieve
I hold my breath
Untill my death
Unless she bleeds
After my evil deeds
She needs to Bleed
for our relieve
Promisses I can't make anymore because they became worthless after all the ones I broke before so that my prayer is not a bargain anymore but a simple cry of dispair in wich I beg to you, my lord and it sounds like this:
'Let her bleed, forgive me, father, my god, jesus christ my lord, holy spirit refill me, entirely, set me to directions of grace, and let the wicked not tempt me anymore, undo all of my sins, and don't let anything grow out of it.'
P.
The P stands for Please!
You, stands for Understandings...
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