Prologue
THE long wait has ended,
After so many years, the time has bedded,
The major occasion is about to shine,
Shimmering dim light will make you blind.
Color of blood blooms from a bud,
A so-called blue beams with a thud,
Twice in a month, so far so rare,
Its biggest form, you can see there.
Thirty-five years of fortified world,
With a month and a day were being sold,
Indeed, it will be bloodier than before,
00:00,
Bad blood will run once more.
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