Those were not tears but saulty blood.
It was pouring heavily from my tired eyes.
He appeared to be not a brave hawk.
His disguise was hiding a raven's heart.
I am drinking milk , thinking of boiling oil.
am so afraid to find myself in it one day.
Who knows
may be
I've redeeemed my deadly sins.
His attitude towards me
has done so much harm!....
those were not tears but saulty blood
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