Beautiful Soul |
I met a soul, beautiful,
No matter what, she matters most,
So everyday, I send her letters,
To let her know that I will never let her go,
My love for her, I let it flow and let it grow,
Let it slowly expand within me,
Explode and throw me at her like stones in catapults,
My home is the heart,
That beats under her flesh and the Corral of bones,
So let me die there, bury me inside a tomb of your catacombs.
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