Beneath the Crimson-Soaked Luna
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1 min readDec 29, 2017
Isn’t it strange?
Within the grasped embrace of what’s humane
Forsaken entirely; humanity
Indulgence of sin in totality, omniscient of its apparent atrocity
Latched upon consciousness akin to a vice
Once banished, dwindling into contemplation of mice
Conjuring visages of men as debased monstrosities
Deserving of only demise