Blood
Turning sleep in a place
In the Room of color Red.
With many face streak with Blood.
With many trace written in Walls.
Did you see what happen?
They eat they words.
In a four side of a Square Box frame.
And the nightmare speaks his name.
I'm the blood streaming in the sea
I'm the blood of the humanity
I'm your blood painted this world.
And now why are you drain it.
And the door is open.
The light is a warning.
Don't go! Don't look!
I'm Coming.
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