Blood Moon
spreading fear
of pending apocalypse
end times will appear
with the blood moon eclipse
the stillness of night
could not quite hide
the cost of original sin
too much pure delight
bound up within pride
we took it on the chin
as if our birthright
has become too tightly tied
to the color of our skin
the dead did not rise
nor were the quick judged
despite the alibis
reputations were smudged
on the verge of crisis
in the middle of May
new blood moon rises
but doubts get in the way
the selling of shadowy omens
requires better helmsmen
to pull off an errant escapade
were belief shall be betrayed
bound up in false pride
egos begin to collide
the stillness of night
exposes this tale’s plight
a foretelling of doom
or more about who’s whom?
in either case it's too soon
for another rising of the blood moon
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