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In Dreams of Blood and Fire
The individual
Whose veins carry the essence of the sun's embrace,
Heart cradles the essence of scent's grace,
Lies in tranquil slumber.
Within the realm of dreams,
He traverses a realm
Where pallor taints
Faces devoid of vibrant grins,
Humanity's spark dimmed.
In that realm's expanse,
Folks engage in games
With the currency of compassion,
Hands marred by crimson taint.
Human blood forms rivers,
Dwelling places for fiery rage,
Hearts ablaze,
Rain falling in hues of red.
Upon scorched earth,
Half-burned souls
Voice cries of yearning,
Even within profound sleep.
Whose veins carry the essence of the sun's embrace,
Heart cradles the essence of scent's grace,
Lies in tranquil slumber.
Within the realm of dreams,
He traverses a realm
Where pallor taints
Faces devoid of vibrant grins,
Humanity's spark dimmed.
In that realm's expanse,
Folks engage in games
With the currency of compassion,
Hands marred by crimson taint.
Human blood forms rivers,
Dwelling places for fiery rage,
Hearts ablaze,
Rain falling in hues of red.
Upon scorched earth,
Half-burned souls
Voice cries of yearning,
Even within profound sleep.
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