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Blood Red is the color of its eyes, when it consumes the host controlling the actions against humanity. Allowing the host to crave the insensitivity. Leaving the one’s you love to bare the consequences. Blood Red is the color of triumph. Against every will of man to wave the solemn flag of defeat. As it’s essence lures the heart, deserting the mind of any righteousness. Blood Red is a cry for help, as it’s victims have run dry, against the impulse it desires. Blood Red peaks into the soul, fleeing the mind as it flows through the body; overwhelming the host on the eternal drug of following the heart, and being a mascot for temptation.
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
Blood Red
Blood Red is the color of its eyes, when it consumes the host controlling the actions against humanity. Allowing the host to crave the insensitivity. Leaving the one’s you love to bare the consequences. Blood Red is the color of triumph. Against every will of man to wave the solemn flag of defeat. As it’s essence lures the heart, deserting the mind of any righteousness. Blood Red is a cry for help, as it’s victims have run dry, against the impulse it desires. Blood Red peaks into the soul, fleeing the mind as it flows through the body; overwhelming the host on the eternal drug of following the heart, and being a mascot for temptation.
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
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