
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.

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