RED

Dear my fellow friends, first they saw RED, now they're all dead.
What I've done, was merely for fun.
I have to admit it did benefit.
It gave me life.
It made me happy.
Being sad isn't glad, so they bleed, bleed indeed.
My happiness they did feed, but, may I ask, who is next?
I haven't got a clue. Better pray it ain't you. I'll drain you like a tick until you get sick.
RED is getting thicker as you become sicker. Your day ends here as I draw near.
Out comes RED, now you're dead.
What I've done, was completely for fun.
I have to agree, you set me free as you bled eternaly.
You can taunt all you want.
Me, you will never haunt.
I have done this many times before and it never guilt my core.
What I've done, was simply fun as I took the lead.
Surly, you must know, RED, is pretty, indeed.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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