As I stand
I watch the crimson river
Flowing ever south
Towards what I do not know
I watch it flow
And I wonder
What have we done
Why have we made this river full
It was vanity and pride
A voice inside me screams
Why couldn’t we see it
Why couldn’t we stop it
We were blinded by it
And we made a river
Crimson red.
~SHANE EDE 1999
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