they say if you mix red and blue I get purple
you only get purple
but I don't want purple
I want red
but they say red is not beautiful they say
but I want red
because red is not purple
everyone is purple
but I want red
red is the colors of roses
red is the color I feel when I'm loved

Rosy, rosy, red rivers
dripping down the blushing cheeks.
Dreamy, dreamy, dead shivers
slowing down with every kiss.

Tiny, tiny trapped screams
making out the blueing lips.
Rosy, rosy, red streams
flowing down the Syrian streets.

Shaky, shaky shallow mothers
calling out to the withering kids.
Fiery, fiery falling brothers
watching out for sisters' wounds.

Slowly, slowly son shivers;
swiftly he calms down, dead.
Shyly, shyly sun shimmers;
swiftly she hides back in clouds.

Rosy, rosy ravaged girls
drifting off to peace-less sleeps.
Weary, weary wilting pearls
hiding back in their prison shells.

Tired, tired, tied with ropes
calling out to left out hopes.
Dying, dying, dead hopes.
Dying dying, dead hopes.

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That red eyes of her are
Tainting me as if there is no tomorrow

Behold the dreadful Horns of Red
The Beasts who trample o’er the dead
Who roar and gore and raise their heads
In challenge to the One who bled –

The One who willfully was pierced
Whose will is strong, whose love is fierce
Who crushes Altars men revere
That they may see through their veneer

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