I look up, and your there.
A red beast, mud-made,
a devil for sure.
You're shaking.
I pretend not to notice.
Instead, I dwell
on the story.
It seeps from my hands,
pours from thorn ******
Water and Wine.
Water and Wine.
Scrolls of it.
I'm not sure what's next,
Something about a stone?
Anyways, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have made you
do it.
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