Its red and its dark
Leaving black and blue marks

Things not meant to fly
Soar through broken skies

Untold numbers of hateful words
Thing spoken that shouldn't be heard

It drips from veins of vile creatures
Brought through the ages by evil teachers

Its red a color so bold
A token of the empty souls

It burns like fire in your blood
Is trapped to earth like filthy mud

Boiling over up to the pain
The light in your eyes says you see this:
is just a game