The hands reach up to the bloody moon,
her wicked smile stretched wide across the sky.
The hands hold up the bridge,
built of bones and deserted bodies.
The hands cry out, trying to grasp
something worth the touching.
The hands reach up to the bloody moon,
murdered by her own sins.
her wicked smile stretched wide across the sky.
The hands hold up the bridge,
built of bones and deserted bodies.
The hands cry out, trying to grasp
something worth the touching.
The hands reach up to the bloody moon,
murdered by her own sins.
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