This is a series composed of art and what I call micro-verse. I attempt to augment the art through words written spontaneously to match that art. Micro-verse is meant to take you to a deeper place of meaning within the art. If the images and words offensive, just remember that not all art is meant to be cute. Some is meant to make you think and sometimes to even take offense.
When the red rain fell from a bloody moon, the world was consumed
We plummeted to the ground our veins drained when the red rain touched us
Like a Christ figure we bled out, our souls leaking into the cold ground below
there was nothing left but a dried husk of what we once were
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