Joan's p.o.v
Becoming a ghost right in front of me
A weary, tired, and humbled servant of God
Rising up and then dying with the sun
Even now your heart bleeds crimson

Joan's p.o.v
Becoming a ghost right in front of me
A weary, tired, and humbled servant of God
Rising up and then dying with the sun
Even now your heart bleeds crimson
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