I want blood
And not water.
Is not blood water?
Is not water blood?
Just think for a minute,
And answer where you are.
Whatever may be the case
Let it be fired.
Ask not about the color
It is blunder,
Take the flood water
and thanks the river.
It is life, my dear,
Life is a way whatever.
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