Within me is a river of red,
A river that flows through my
parts,
Through peaks within my head,
Endless canals that lead to my
heart,
The liquid hastens around my
insides,
Keeping me warm,
It heals, breathes and provides,
Keeping me alive to weather most
storms,
This blood has travelled from
parts to parts,
Within time and bodies,
Crashing against minds and rushed
from hearts,
Imprinting lessons and memories,
I am here and so were ones before
me,
For how long I do not know,
But since the start, I guess it
should be.
Of the ancient rivers that flow,
From this burgundy fluid,
Lies a secret which we all know,
But our mind shuts to prove it,
Though killing just goes to show,
The architecture of which we are
made,
We are siblings rather than
enemies,
So why do we build hate,
From the external differences we
see,
Look at me, not by this foliage,
Never by how the wind blows,
But by the battles my heart
wages,
For Love, in my
blood, it flows.
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