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There was a crash a deafening peal The sight became red, crimsom, the color of raw fresh, as the red rain left the streets abandoned. A primal wail was heard, longing for the sign of life in the dead bodies floating on the ground. The shattered tears stain their blood-filled faces, twisted in a wicked grin. And they'll pray to God that the dead will wake up. That We, the Lifeless, open our eyes. | ||||||||||||||
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