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Highway Phantom Adventures The white roses are falling from the sky as the Blades sing their bloody tale.
We all fall down and the blood stains the war field maroon.
The white roses drown deep in blood, watching it turn blazing red then wilting to dried maroon.
I am the one sending out the showering roses.
For each slain demon, I cast a rose down.
With my Blades growing ravenous, dancing between light and shadow.
I burn tattoos onto the ashy flesh of the world I created.
With one last slice, I stand before the fallen with a cocky grin.
The lips grin of manic joy, I step over the fallen.
Seeking one last judgment, somewhere deep in my own abyss.
