Blood Moon rises, shadows creep, Silent watchers never sleep. Veins pulse red, the gates align, Truth’s eclipse, the sacred sign. Crypto kingdoms, silent wars, Broken hearts behind closed doors. Whispers echo through the grid, Freedom’s song, forbidden kid. Chains unseen, but felt so deep, Underneath, the masses weep. Stone’s uprising, candle’s glow, Burn the lies that they bestow. Voices clash, the battle cries, Underneath the blood-red skies. Each verse a shard, a breaking chain, Echoes rise like pouring rain. From the underground, the truth will bloom, Hear the roar beneath the Blood Moon. — Jamie Stone // Project STONE
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