The moon is red, in it's full shine; Shining my way in this night of time. Like the Omen of the things to come, The final warning... Before the horror is done. I saw things, the future Born before the past, and I saw their hate In it's everlast. The Doom is near so proach, comming soon. And my brother is my enemy Under the bleeding moon.
Reason for writing:
The wish to change the past and the fatal mistakes that hount me.
Birth sign: Cancer
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