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Blood Flood

Open the flood gate
Where oceans of blood wait
Skeletal vessels undulate
On restless waves of hate

They ferry the last surviving shreds
Of sanity, not yet painted red
Conjured by my tainted head
Unsure if I'm alive or dead

It doesn't matter
For there is no shore
Immeasurable fathoms
To this ocean's floor
When the storm clouds gather
And the crimson mass roars
It will swallow them faster
Than a starved carnivore



Written by Hellarchy
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