Red Poem by Sev Brown
Red
Red is such a perfect color.
It has perfected the art of deception.
It is Love but is Death.
It is love running free only to run into a sharp dagger.
It plays with the minds of the Weak but threatens the Strong...
It has destroyed more than war.
It is a Simple desire yet so hard to grasp.
It will kill with out a thought.
It is a color an illusion but so very real.
Red is my life.
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Red evil Hah this is the Joy that is Red