I pump through your veins
And I am the very thing that took away your pain
In the form of health, I resemble your heart
In no way will I ever, from thee, part
Love
A single gift sent down
With out a single sound
It is all around
In our home
It is clearly shown
When I was shed
I saved you from death
And a life spent
In the very depths
And still
I am Hell
And the place where the fallen have fell
And have no longer have a voice to cry for help
But yet if you choose
The purest blood
All you may see is enough
To overcome
The graveI am Red
I consume
Homes and forests and souls
And you may never know
The reasons I choose to go
Through what I do
Is make you
A fresh and a new
And you will not then be
Who you now see
I am Red
By Russell Banks
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