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Walls of Red
Tainted red are the walls in my head
Blood running down the stream
The river is empty
The ocean is flooding
As I realize this isn't a dream
Tainted red are the walls in my head
Blood running down the stream
The mountain is crying,
The forest is dying
As my heart and my soul are set free.
Tainted red are the walls in my head
For I will be gone fairly soon
My eyes filled with hate as they stare at the sky
Oh, what a beautiful moon
Tainted red are the walls in my head
Blood running down the stream
And as we die alone
The world slowly turns
I'm making my very last wish
Tainted red are the walls in my head
Blood running down the stream
As we lie here, fading
Mother nature is crying;
"Wake up! Wake up! It's a dream!"
Tainted red are the walls in my head
Blood running down the stream
Blood running down the stream
Tainted red are the walls in my head
Blood running down the stream.
This is a poem that I made about pollution and hatred, wars and violation of the earth. I hope that it ends soon, but that is only a dream, and we live in a whole world filled with dreams that never come true... Don't we?
Please do not steal this poem and call it your own. If you would like to put it on your profile or somewhere else on the internet than get my permission first please. I want to be able to share my hobbies with the world without having evil people destroying it for me and everyone else who likes it.
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