Madness Red

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At the stroke of twelve, all you will dwell've in a swirling decent of madness

Won't you join me in the dark abyss?
You'd be amiss! A madness as this?
Why it's a thing of grander glory
See all its fiery furry
See it's bloody glints of red
Doesn't it fill you with horror? Dread?

Continue down the bottomless pit
See the red? It's slow drip-
Hear the deafening whaling and cries?
Soon you'll behold with your eyes

The radiant rays of madness red

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