Labels:text | screenshot | font OCR: His clothes are filled with hevans tears. Rain falls from the peddles of one pure white rose in His harsh hands. The writing on the gravestone before him cannot be read and no one cares what it says anyway. Just another death, no meaning, another lost soul. But this one was more then that. This was a loss of innocence. He lays down the flower upon the grave after kissing it gently. Then turns and walks away never looking back. He walks off into the midnight haze covering the field as he disappears into the night. image
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