A smeared painting of reds and black.
Our world is gold... or at least to everyone who doesn't live in it.
You could say its gilded,like the land that used to reside here. I think it was called America.
What a beautiful name huh?
A name that rolls off your tongue.
A name that calls to you draws you in and hold you close.
Do you think that we could've existed there too?
Us, simply beautifully us