Cover up the putrefaction,
And stop the overflowing wounds, from which blood runs over excessively.
Red is the colour of our blood,
Warm as it is supposed to be.
Red is the colour of our blood,
Bonds of love it represents.
Red is the colour of our blood,
Kinship and ties it represents.
Kinship and ties it represents. Kinship and ties it is
Supposed to represent.
Kinship and ties it represents
No more.
Wars. Fights. Hurt. Death. Wounds. Seperation.
And what not.
Red is the colour of our blood.
Red is the colour of our blood.
No more warmth, bonds, kinship, and ties.
The same blood which runs in us
is now the thing that I despise.
My heart. It bleeds from the sorrow
Of the hurt, and agony
Man inflict upon another
Just for the sake of
Property
and
Money
Greed has overtaken them all.
My heart bleeds for the downfall of
Mankind.
The word itself becoming an irony.
Cover up the putrefaction,
And stop the over flowing wounds, from which blood runs over excessively.
Red is the colour of our blood,
Warm as it is supposed to be.
Red is the colour of our blood,
Bonds of love it represents.
Red is the colour of our blood,
Kin
ship and ties it represents.
Kin
ship and
ties it represents. Kin ship and ties it is
Supposed
to represent.
Kin
ship and
ties it represents
No more.
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