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Streets of Eden
Happily jumping inside the Devil's mouth,
dodging his teeth
snatching delicacies of destruction to feed on.
You know,
Apples from Eden bloom year-round
in concrete soil fertilized with bloodshed.
The low hanging fruit comes without bruises.
It usually lands in someone's hungry hands
before decomposition gets an invitation…
So this way of life lives on
finding a replacement to bleed
because The Game can't sacrifice anything
that resurrected.
It feeds on broken and happy lives
with silent voids emitting a frequency
that can circumvent a circle.
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BloodMoon Residue
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