Blue
There's a eclipse in the burn,
And a hole to the ground ,
Where a snake of immortal,
Fiercely slids up to the ground,
And it swallows the humans,
Killing the ones with swords,
While sacrifing the live ones ,
The priestess on the hill,
Ripped off her sigil,
and her followers did the same to their throats,
Crimson eyes turn upward,
to clouds with crossed arms,
And bowed heads.
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