Blood Red Fields Strained control and exerted minds Pushed onto someone from different kinds The wail of the wind unevenly blown The threads of ancestors harshly sewn Their respect dead, one turned on one's friend, Battling over power, the bloodshed must end They quarrel that way, humanity sparse Through blood red fields, and blood red grass Their match suddenly done, both pieces played Through blood red fields, lives direly slayed Sorry, I've been away for a while! You probably haven't noticed, but oh well. Eek! Rank is 404...
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