It flows as life,
Without it you cannot live.
It flows through a million tunnels,
Churning around your ribs,
Flowing over your spine.
It drowns your body,
Twists around your throat.
You bleed it,
Ever needing it,
Your heart ceaslessly pumps it.
Blood is of life,
Blood is life.
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