We are IN LOVE WITH BLOOD
Buried in sand.
Revered by man.
See if you can.
Chop off your hand.
I DARE YOU TO-
"I think I love you even more now than I did when you were alive."
((Sorry! Rehearsals.
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The entire neighborhood was rundown and out of shape. Paint peeled off the houses, which had boarded up windows and broken fences. Graffiti and trash were everywhere, and wild dogs roamed the streets, searching for something edible.
Sangre lived in an apartment in the middle of a complex, the iron gate rusted open and squealed whenever someone touched it. The gardens inside the complex were overgrown and dirty, the cement pathways cracked and crushed by overgrown tree roots and weeds - the fountain in the middle was long since out of use - mold and algae growing freely, making the once-white stone brown and a sickening green.
The apartments themselves weren't in much better shape. The stairs that led to them were creaky, seemingly ready to give out at anytime, and the black paint was peeling to reveal the rusted iron beneath.
Though the sun was shining above, the place just seemed so... depressing.
But there were plenty of places to hide.
Sangre's apartment number was thirteen - way in the back.
They would need to cross the dilapidated gardens to get to it.
We are a people that are obsessed with Death.
Killing each other without regret.
Watching as the blood always splatters wet,
It is time for us now to be put to rest.
-SWALLOW THE FILTH
I KNOW YOU WANT TOTainted by BLOOD DIAMONDSYou know you're a monster when
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