The Shinobi
Darkness having done its job
Twilight heralds in the day
Hardened hands, washed
In a clear stream
Blood, in clouds
Like ink
Darken the source of life

The Shinobi
Darkness having done its job
Twilight heralds in the day
Hardened hands, washed
In a clear stream
Blood, in clouds
Like ink
Darken the source of life
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