The Dance of the Vultures

  Oh we twist and twirl that night. Where you stain my dress with blood. When you held me a little to tight. I fell for your foolish ways. That night, I let you hold the knife. Oh the night , You went for the kill of me. So, Don't ever say you haven't done wrong in the sight of Him. Don't forget your first victim. Don't forget you killed the child within me. Don't forget. The night, The vultures danced around us.           

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