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This is my Bleodsian?
Some people are born with tragedy in their blood
Eternal liquid internal rud
And of how I got these scars
As apple from the tree not far
To grow into a man of wrath
Walking down the bolded path
Heretic heredity; hearsay now:
Compete within this bloody vow:
Lest corruption like a cancer spread
The darkened mind within the head
Fend off crazy, complacent in insane
Angered stirrings in the brain
Coming to fruition that wasn’t there as a child
A heart pumping darkness, thoughts running wild
Some are born with Sangre Real
Those crowned heads entwined laurel
Traded bay leaves for twisted thorns
Passing on to sons first born
Some are born with halos unforeseen
None can witness their slow angelic glean
Slow and firm illuminated with patience
Until the sprung moment of revelations
So-me born in tragedy, royalty, or example
There’s blood in the body, 6 quarts is ample
What is destiny, inside, and destiny out
Of blood we are born, and of Blood we run out
Whatever it is from that I descend,
There are evils from which I must constantly defend
