Scribbled poem is a found item in The Blood of Dawnwalker.
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 false god’s shrine
Details
| Attribute | Value |
|---|---|
| Type | Books |
| Rarity | Common |
| Weight | 0.02 |
| Buy | 20 |
| Sell | 3 |
Source
Transcribed from DawnwalkerDB.