Red River

Water flowing under my bed
red but not my blood, nor yours
and I can see you on a hill
middle of some melting clouds
I see green meadows under your feet
if I'm drowned and die before your eyes
in this red river of innocent blood
enjoy my death if it pleases your soul
like how the death eaters celebrate
while consuming all the darkness
 

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