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Desperate poet's scribbles.
Scribbled Poem properties
- Weight
- 0.02
- Buy value
- 20
- Sell value
- 3
- Material
- Paper
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Scribbled poem
The blood, the blood Is flowing down the pews We knew, we knew That our fight we would lose Our blood, our blood Is filling their mouths foul They come, they come Predators on the prowl My blood, my blood It feels no longer mine It dries, it dries On our new…
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Item properties reflect The Blood of Dawnwalker Steam build 25129649. Sources on this page were reviewed September 7, 2026.
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