Love is just a history that they may prove. And when you're gone, I'll tell them my religion's you. When Pontius comes to kill the king upon his throne. I'm ready for their stones.
We are not just art for Michelangelo, To carve, he can't rewrite the agro, Of my furied heart. I'll wait, On mountain tops in Paris cold. Je ne veux pas mourir tout seule.
I'll dance, With my hands, Above my head, Like Jesus said. I'm gonna dance, With my hands above my head, Hands together, forgive him before he's dead.
I won't cry for you, I won't crucify the things you do, I won't cry for you, See, when you're gone, I'll still be Bloody Mary.
EDIT: the more i look at this the more mistakes i see, no crit, please, as i have zero intention of coming back to this either way.
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*stares at it*....Woman! How many times has this happened? You say you see things wrong with it that no one else can find, no matter how hard they look?
This is one of your best pieces, so bluh!
*sassy finger snap*