Red

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Scarlet blood flowing out of your veins,
pulsing stares of disbelief.
Blood-shot eyes all around,
staring through your soul.
Peering at your fate,
not knowing the world could be so real.
A sudden crimson heat rushes over the crowd,
silence.
Panic, fear, terror,
the crowd rushes towards you.
A siren cascades through the air,
then nothing.
Tears flow from the skeptic mass,
disbelief.
Shattered claret covered glass,
and death.





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