Two

My heart keeps melting to a place towards down.

If these floods keep rising, then I just might drown.

Sure, I know my Beloved is around, somewhere,

Though, I'm swimming in a whirlpool of lassez-faire.

For as long as I have a choice to fight,

There's a knowledge inside that says I just might

Choose to win, not to lose, and thus somehow die

With a tear and a prayer and one question: Why?

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Red is the color, Blood, and I wear it.

You see it dripping, I grin and bear it.

I see the mud stains, you see the water.

I see a sinner, you see a daughter.