BLOOD RUNS SMOOTH

 

 

Blood runs smooth

With inky determination.

Filling the ocean

With its crimson red.

It comes in with the tides

To our sandy shore.

Walking the streets of town

With the rise of the moon.

Leaving dead bodies behind

In the wake of its journey.

To come back the next night

To sprinkle blood once more.

THE DEAD GAME

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