“The world stopped in a spray of crimson.” ― Amber R. “Let me take a little second to tell you as we see a prophecy that came true You see we need to believe that He literally bled through The clothes on His back His sweat the day was just like crimson rain Crimson stains tide bounty and the devil can’t wash these stains away Who’s He you ask, He’s a friend of me Cause my inability He was sent for me I hear birds and trees they’re all telling me It’s a good thing He won Gethsemane Cause this enemy is too much for me And this flesh and world is triple teaming me It seems to be the very end I scream please oh please pass this cup from me! The thing is it did pass And it passes every day He took my cup from me and gracefully He drank the grave And I don’t mean to speak of blasphemy when I say But I am speaking of the day when my God passed away, Okay? No wait wait wait no that’s not it no that’s not all I don’t wanna leave you hanging This stories banging Against my throat and against these walls It can’t be contained no it won’t stay in here it will thrive Cause stories just don’t die when the dead come alive” ― Tyler Joseph 45435.
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