Blood Candles

I use to be the one…

Throughing the party’s…

 

I use to be the one to call…

To blow out candles…

 

No use of running from…

A excellent tracker…

 

You better prey everyday…

You better thank your God…

 

I’m the three sixty…

Of my former self held captive…

 

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