The Crimson Rainbow Pours from the Sky.
It’s Haunting Scenery Stead Fast in my Mind.
Glimpsing into my Weary Soul.
The Weight of Forebodings Mock Me.
Why Did I Sees This Specter of Joy?
The Color Red as Blood.
High in the Dark Sky I Look.
Knowing there is No Escape.
Where I go it will Follow.
What Else Is A Bloody Rainbow to Do?
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