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The Red Moon waits above The Dead City lights The Director of Elements Queen of the Sky The 4 Sacred Winds were given new life Listen to the breath of howling Death As a New Sun rises coming up in the West Chronicle catastrophes Confrontation of concrete cities Calling for the confessions of cruel communities A cunning currency became the ruler Civilians were converted to complying consumers Condemning the cultures causing them to crumble Creating social confusion Convincing the masses That the Kingdom of Heaven belonged to the high ranking classes Compassion cries in its coffin Credit cards turned graves Raising the rates as corpses decay But Death was always free Never required a fee So let it be written on the graves “From debt to death prices were paid”
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Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 12:19 PM UTC
Roses Cry at Midnight 9.
The Red Moon waits above The Dead City lights The Director of Elements Queen of the Sky The 4 Sacred Winds were given new life Listen to the breath of howling Death As a New Sun rises coming up in the West Chronicle catastrophes Confrontation of concrete cities Calling for the confessions of cruel communities A cunning currency became the ruler Civilians were converted to complying consumers Condemning the cultures causing them to crumble Creating social confusion Convincing the masses That the Kingdom of Heaven belonged to the high ranking classes Compassion cries in its coffin Credit cards turned graves Raising the rates as corpses decay But Death was always free Never required a fee So let it be written on the graves “From debt to death prices were paid”
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SamanthaXxX
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 12:19 PM UTC
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