Crimson River
the river of red, scarlet, liquid flows through ever pouring hole flooding his lungs, drowning his soul but the pain is not known, because an anger fuels him banishing him from the dead until he has gotten his revenge on those who have wronged him, those who have betrayed him are dead, he cannot will not rest until they are dead, he fights to die so he can live again with the one they took from him that is why he will paint the town red, fueled by unbridled rage for what he lost, he seeks to find reconciliation in the expiration of the ones who betrayed and left him for dead. Only then can he rest his head and see her again, to enact his revenge is the cure he needs to end his blood fueled rage because they took all that he loved from them so he vows to paint the town all kind of shades of red, to make a morbid form of art from those who have wronged him, master piece made from the blood and tears of those who betrayed them he'll make a crimson river flow from them, and paint the town read, then he can rest his head, his redemption earned, revenged enacted, no longer banished from death he can lay his head down and finally die, and live a peaceful after life, so let the crimson river flow, let the scarlet liquid stream down the walls with their new red paint.
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