battle
Those martyrs are arising to ask for their lost blood.
They were calling the storms to reform, asking the stars to light out the dark space. An epic battle dressed up and gained direction towards the sun.
Good morning to the blood, to those fallen spirits and those cutting edges.
Those martyrs are arising in the battleground, and they needed to be welcomed.
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