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Blood Moon
Blood moon arising, shrouded by darken black clouds
Before giving to us all its solace of standing out proud
Casting its glow across the river with its flooded tears
Breaking its waters releasing natures inner most fears
Time of reflection, growth, and of spiritual awakening
As the heavy rain tears fall, in their ploy to chastening
So souls to those who witness it cleansed and purified
Risen is the goodness within our souls as now glorified
Blood Moon . . .
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