Lunar Genetic

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The Moon's holding behind the night

The truth slipped in kitchen table, in the middle of sharp knife

Lunar bleed fire in full december of glorious and sadness

Arthur's favorite son become the King

Excalibur pick it self at rotten wood, slice the meat we've already ate

Folks outside await, the crowd couldn't brick

The moon hatched, the scars, always remains.

Lunar die, the new year has arrived.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 26, 2017 ⏰

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