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The sun sets, As the sky burns, Crimson red. Red mist in the air A warning to all. Hide, run. Shake, and quiver with fear. The blood moon shall come. Come for us all. And it shall only bring, Tears and blood.
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Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC
The Blood Moon
The sun sets, As the sky burns, Crimson red. Red mist in the air A warning to all. Hide, run. Shake, and quiver with fear. The blood moon shall come. Come for us all. And it shall only bring, Tears and blood.
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Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC
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