Sowing the Seeds of Love
While her moon she bleeds red and his sun, drips bleak..
A double edged sword ? Where these waters rage to cross
Their thresholds; bound, by His hands in time, this witness ?
Soaked of innocent blood her dust ? Dragons dream we sleep
As historia's court jester climbs once more atop pathetics prop.
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