Blue Blood Joany Remix

We came up,

invected were there,

in a camp.

In the town’s,

up above, where only one

by one could go.

By the bells

on the belfry, I saw her

slicing THEM.

She smoked

a cigar, looked our way

and kept up her work.

Four of us

went to her aid with

swords and bows.

“Everyone dies,”

she said; “And people come back,”

I said back to her.

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