Scarlet Rain

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Despair brews within the festering clouds,

lifting the veil of sinister shrouds.

Blood falls from the sky,

drowning the world in scarlet demise.

Never again will the sun light the skies,

leaving hopeless men to agonize.

The great flood of angelic blood is upon us,

memories of humanity crumble to dust.

Demons were born from the ocean of red,

a downpour of despair birthed by dread.

And so the world was bathed in a storm of death,

washed away by a sadness that nothing could suppress.

The scarlet waters are rising,

erasing life from the skeleton frame of history.

The drowned remains were mesmerizing,

acidic gore erupted with violent blistery.

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