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Does the black moon howl? No. Not without blood. Only at the blind. Not while the stars shine. Only when waning. Yes. The hound of hell has three heads. It is the Howl; the Moon within Moons. The clouds hush her cries. The winds crushed our throat. The stars burn too bright. Do you hear the Black Moon howling, 13? You will, soon. The Black Moon Howls to let us know it is still there. You will know the age is done, when you hear the Black Moon's howl. The Black Moon sings in remembrance of those lost in forgotten wars. The Black Moon howls in mourning for lost children as the survivors arm themselves for war. Only to wake the void. No, it only whispers. {SCP - 001.} [LOG ENDED]
Say we take what had been torn apart Say we mend any patchwork disc Turning eyes to the trypo-puppeteer Waiting for the world to burn So, one two three And we'll tie the tourniquet Larvae eating away at everything Word goes 'round I'm the trypo-puppeteer Laugh along, I'm spreading holes Now I know This has always been my fault And I can't inhale anymore
