Crimson Painting

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Also, the song above may be Dream's theme, but it suits Techno as well so-


TW: Blood, implied war, mentions of betrayal, implied corruption.

Tell me if i've missed any:D

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You're using words in a world where the only universal language is violence.

The youth stares at it all, sword by his side.
One is conflicted of whether to smile at his artwork,
Or to frown in regret.
His Crimson Painting, a story of murder.
He'd truly done it.
And it was all a flash in his memories;
He'd forgotten it, unconscious of his actions.
And the Corrupt stole his soul as soon as he saw red,
Spilling a staining pigment on the land.

A smirk of achievement graced his features,
His eyes gleaming with insanity,
And he laughed,
And the chaotic, pain-filled melody tore his throat raw.
This novel, his narrative, it was one of
Brotherhood, friendship, team work,
And, in the end, betrayal.
The same cycle. On repeat.
And this time, to add to the pain, he had everything to lose.
A friend, a war, a nation, a safe place.
His life, even.

Take another bow as the spectacle is ending, come take off your crown as I find another puppet on a string.

It is done now, so why this remorse.
Is it remorse or mere disbelief?
And that smile was kept,
As the traitor and the betrayed looked on
At his trusted companion,
The one who gave him half his pain,
And the one he'd given up on.

That same paint that coloured the land
Stained his blade and clothes.
But he never minded.
The story he'd told hadn't ended this way,
But the same result was given.
Hatred, violence, destruction.

He'd chosen the other route,
The memorable one,
The villains route.
Proof that he was one to be feared
And wary of.

After all this time,
After their great history,
Their friendship,
Betrayal came of it.

Technonblades soul was taken,
And he'd completed his mission,
He didn't care of the loss.

And he stared over his artwork,
His Crimson Painting.
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