Crimson Tide

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There She lies...
My Brown Sugar
Tangled in the red sheets of my enemies...
Her brown skin corrupted by the crimson tide...
Bathing in my enemies red sheets
My Crimson queen
Waiting to be cleansed under the Blood Moon
There She lies...
There She lies.



_Pasop Negra



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