Rage, true carnal fury,
Blood running into the sewers below,
Staining the streets as it goes,
A beating heart, thump-thump,
Love, the polar opposite,
Creating something new,
Opening that portal into you,
All from one color,
That color we call red.
Lost in a fury of emotion,
That is red, the color,
That stops even the bull,
From using its head.
It blinds with degrees of passion,
From the thorny rose, to the rage that builds inside;
All are forms that symbolically shout,
I am Red.
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