Chronic chases in the corrupt heart.
Currently lies in a cowards soul.
Chaos resides in a compromised life.
Led by a cloaked crimson crusader.
He stands cold, laughing in the face of constant crisis.
A chorus of clashing cries.
Burning hillsides, he collects the souls of a thousand candied corpses.
Calming the countless cries
of cowardly souls with no where else to call
home.
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