Crimson

I was blinded with vicious, bloody reds 

As you drove away from your family.

Pitiful sorrow came, surrounding sad beds

That once cradled life so delicately. 

Your faith has the strength of a small woman.

Oh wait! That is a "woman” in your eyes.

Discarding them like they are subhuman. 

You love us. You love her. Those are all lies. 

A bastard continuing the cycle. 

You were a fun, friendly, family man!

You said I need to follow the bible,

But religious men drive a plain white van.

I want you to bend your head down and cry.

Take two coins, lay them on each eye, and die.