A Red War
A blemish dawns the red sky
Violent blush stains and bleeds on high
Plop, plop, puddles of ichor and flesh
Metallic aroma inhaled fresh
We're bathed in the violence
Like of group of lost nihilists
Through the night, watching it ignite
Nothing could absolve our spite
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