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Red is the color of blood
That pours from an open wound
The wound was broken by a fist
That was thrown in an angry mood

The anger started with words
Out of a mouth they did come forth
It starts out with someone's stupidity
Then ends with alot of remorse

Hate is the word we use here
Hating is the open door key
That unlocks the world of violence
That unlocks the voice in me

The only way to overcome
To stop and stand back from this
Is look to the loving one
Who died and was betrayed with a kiss

Linda L. Wilson