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Red, Arisen

Colored with Hope

By Myo OoPublished 5 years ago 1 min read

Red, strong in my pulse,

Like the fighting peacock ,

Screeching sharp.

You frighten, you aim, you fire.

Burst asunder, you try and try.

Tear-full are my eyes

But whole is my pride,

As Red fills my heart.

No raining bullets

Nor raining crows

Can shy away my voice.

In the Red sunshine,

Heroes and heroines awoke.

So, draw your guns,

Draw your hellhounds

And draw your crowns,

For relative is time

As your end draws near.

Shining through me,

Red is my spirit.

One you cannot limit.

In the oasis called Life,

Ripping through your satanic clutch,

My Redness

Is now, arisen.

inspirational

About the Creator

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