The moon glowed a crimson red
Making it seem as though the streets were bleeding
Feeding
Off of the lives of many others
Many of which the blood smothered

The crimson moon was hypnotic
Making those who were still alive psychotic
The crimson moon was bleeding
Heeding
To the call
Of the dead

Screams could be heard
All through the night
All visions were blurred
People tried to put up a pathetic fight
They could never win
Against their foreseen future
 
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