BLOODY SOIL

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Bloody rain

Brushed against my face

Stinging in a thunder

Locked underneath the many layers

Of magenta clouds

Farewell, my guiding light

Gone in a wind

With a swirling sun

Pounding against the skyline

Paralysing the lightning

Leaving me rest

In a red soil of chaos

Goodnight, my sweet surrender

I shall see you

Soon, I hope

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