The Scarlet Nation
Black heavens
vermillion moon
Two sides stomp with cataclysmic fury
thirsty for a trophy
covered in blood
Flags ascend
boasting thick phantasm
At the sound of charge
guns fire
swords slice
and charges set off
Every lethal impact
destroys flood gates
coloring the ground in red pigment
in quantities of gallons
forming a nation
devoid of the concept of love
one by one
a mountain is formed
and that mountain
will be the capital
of the scarlet nation
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