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[title] => The Crimson River/'/s Flow
[time] => 2019-10-07 21:49:30
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[bodytext] => Things aren/'/t as they seem
In this muder machine
As smoke did roll
In the crimson river/'/s flow
Roses wither to brown
No life to be found
Death collecting a soul
In the Crimson river/'/s flow
Shadows trail behind
Evil of a new kind
A demonic glow
In the Crimson river/'/s flow
Rain of sapphire
Ground of sulfur
It/'/s the end we know
In the crimson river/'/s flow
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