By Rebel Jones
Scarlet colored skies before the bleeding moon can rise… The celestials and their shimmering stars, Hidden by dark thickened clouds… Like so many lives covered up by greed deciept and lies… The purest and most honest kind have no worldly ties, Next to their beating hearts Streams of bleeding veins No acts of sin shall ever cross their minds… For their presence lies Upon the mountain tops Where they meditate while haunted by Earths pain ridden cries… These souls that lay awake in silence, Beg nor ask for nothing more than tranquil silence from a tortured world. For these men of speechless wisdom see beyond what's seen by mere human eyes.
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