BRING THE PAIN

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The sun hides its head

While the waves rage on.

The clouds turn away

While blood rushes on.

The moon shies away

While the tide meets rock.

Faces hide in vain

While the seas bring the pain.

SWIRLING COLORS

AN ELECTRIC STORM

 

 

Let’s scale the heights.

Be careful of the crevices.

The deep valleys.

The empty holes.

Climb the next ridge.

Enter through an opening.

Small as a fly.

Hear the blood pound.

The synapses sizzle and pop.

Journey through the darkness.

Through the unknown.

Exhilarating as an electric storm.

Colorful as a fireworks display.

A ride through space and time.

THE BLOOD MOON

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The blood moon is here.

It’s come for me.

Be sure to take care.

It’s come for you.

Red flies through the air.

It’s come for the town.

I can smell the fear.

Come with me, my dear.

THE DEAD GAME