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He pressed his fingers against his lips, the powder of his blue gloves coating his mouth as he stared horrified at the blood streaked along the grass. The body lay mangled, arms twisted high to the sky, praising God even in death, while her eyes were peeled open, looking towards the sun for eternity. His stomach churned as the wind rustled her matted hair and disturbed the thorn crown glued to her head with her own blood.
3 comments on sure as hell
Stullhee5 January 17, 2017
Great
⃠itshasbeenrecorded May 01, 2015
Been struggling to find more varied Southern Gothic playlists - this has lots I'd not heard before. Great stuff! :D
⃠puderniczka April 20, 2015
A lot of new stuff for me, thank you! Very good playlist.
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