LIFE IS CRIMSON DEATH

It has been a crimson day,

Crimson thoughts, crimson deeds.

Drenching the blue sky,

Soaking the littles and the high.

 

The days turn into crimson nights.

Crimson bodies, Crimson ties.

Dangling necks that splutter.

More colour pouring by the hour.

 

Our world has crimson knots,

Death by masses, Death by lots.

Crimson of our chance or choice.

Just skip grief to acceptance.

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