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Oh, what I wouldn't give for a drop of good old-fashioned Creole blood.
Yankee you do not like?
Democratic blood irritating the sky.

Time quietly fades, and a naive lie
To the wrist of the left hand tries his knife.
The hope was in vain,
It drips on the floor sticky red liquid

The world will divide into Those Who Drink Blood and those who are born only to give.

The only reason that gave meaning to the murder, there was blood.

Don't be afraid, Queen, the blood has long gone into the ground, and where it was spilled, already growing grapes.

Can show you blood, love and rhetoric, can you blood and love without the rhetoric, blood and rhetoric without love. The one thing I can do is love and rhetoric without the blood. Without the blood nothing is impossible, where everyone is involved.

The blood is the money of the soul, of the coin of life. It is just a way to sell life. To drink someone's blood is all-take this life. yourself.

- A glass of blood, please.
You what group?

Yeah, right cows! How oddly shuffled deck! Blood!

All of us from birth, each in their own way, prisoners of the blood that flows in our veins.

Let's cheek the blood
You get on the lipstick
To hell with the barrier of words -
Angel words are not necessary.

I want bright colors in grey London. I want more red.

Blood - it not for the fact that it in roasted to eat. Her need to drink. Fresh. And only of the favorite.

Life is unquenchable thirst for saturation, and the world arena, where the face of all those who, aspiring to saturation, stalking each other, hunting each other, eating each other; the arena where blood is shed, where there is cruelty, blind chance and chaos without beginning or end.