We are all human, with a heart that pumps blood into our bodies,
As well as emotions, love and hate into our systems
Red, warm, thick
For war or for peace, accident or destruction
Dagger of the assassin or scalpel of the surgeon
Glistening with the red warmth,
To take a life or to save a life
To bring anguish, or one last chance of hope
The pain of the torture
The lust for revenge
The hunger for carnage
Or the need of slaughter
As genocide spills the blood of the innocent
And justice takes care of the guilty
Injury, causing an untimely demise
And murder takes the lives of the meek
Human blood causes human fear
Humans are the ones who cut the final thread
We shatter the mirror, and float away on shadow-like boats of death
When the heart stops beating, the breath stops, and the blood runs dry