Red and Wrong
Fire is burning in my eyes
And I am a churning lava
Boiling with heat
Bubbling with anticipation
Running with Mercury
Scourging with the Sun
Ready to aim at the first trespasser
My gun is cocked, loaded and ready to fire
I see a shadow and I don't hesitate, only I should have
To figure out that I knew nothing
My anger subsides and my courage and kindness come
Kindness for being a lion in summer
Crouching to take my victim
And when taking him to find out I was not supposed to be hunting
Courage to confront my mistakes with the person I hated the most
And to ask humbly for forgiveness when I get there
Because when your wrong your
Inescapably stuck with asking for forgiveness
In which you need in order to...
Live
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