Often do I wonder
What blood looks like outside
Is it such a blunder?
Not wanting to hide?
Look around for inspiration
In a place full of questions
Told without hesitation
Not to teach our own lessons
The bloodless exterior runs from the coup
Yelling to keep the evil inside
While fighting for what they're used to
Hoping for the truth to subside
Angry red or loyal blue
Color does not matter
Without another view
Why jump to see all scatter?
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