Blood Moon suspended Above our heads like a Cherry pie, all while her Deafening silence sways In the night unpretentious. As the taste for destruction Looms so defiant before Our very eyes as we concur, This world isn’t constructed For the insecure and poor. Blood Moon is the emblem Above displaying our grief, In a …
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