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Crimson Stream

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‘Tis our life’s blood that courses through flesh, sinew, and vein,

Needed to refresh and encourage our mortal confine

To continue and persevere through all restrain

That blocks and hinders the journey we define.

‘Tis our life’s blood that gives us immortality

Passing through generations by planted seed

As the ancestral process defeats mortality,

Leaving lineage to continue our human lead.

‘Tis our life’s blood that is shed,

On common battlefields of mortal deed,

When fellow kind fight, leaving remnant dead,

Spilling burgundy red from veins death doth bleed.

When life does voice the fatal scream,

No longer shall our veins flow a vibrant crimson stream. 


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