Blood runs smooth
With inky determination.
Filling the ocean
With its crimson red.
It comes in with the tides
To our sandy shore.
Walking the streets of town
With the rise of the moon.
Leaving dead bodies behind
In the wake of its journey.
To come back the next night
To sprinkle blood once more.
THE DEAD GAME
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