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*Blood. Its stains the ground. With a devils sign. It has no need for a specified shape. For the evil to be seen. Just the splatter, The pool, The staining drop. Of its sickling Scarlett hue. It paints an un-washable picture. On all colors that shine bright. That is why the chilling color of black. Is what I chose. No evil can be seen, When contrasted together. Black is an invincible shade. To to the devils touch. For seen as blood.*
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
Blood...
*Blood. Its stains the ground. With a devils sign. It has no need for a specified shape. For the evil to be seen. Just the splatter, The pool, The staining drop. Of its sickling Scarlett hue. It paints an un-washable picture. On all colors that shine bright. That is why the chilling color of black. Is what I chose. No evil can be seen, When contrasted together. Black is an invincible shade. To to the devils touch. For seen as blood.*
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Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
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