The moon is my sun,
The night is my day,
Blood is my life,
And you are my prey.
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 9:55 AM UTC
The moon is my sun,
The night is my day,
Blood is my life,
And you are my prey.
Tell me a story of how much the sun loved thy moon so much, that he died every night just to let her breathe. But why **** thyself when you can keep the moon from the skies and the stars all for yours to see? My moon is mine. No other sky shall she rise without me, no other stars shall share her sky with. Only the sun, only me, only mine.
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