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"Did you think I was beautiful that first day?
My dull Red eyes shimmered with tears, mingling with a much more violent Red, malicious.
The dress I wore, a deep Green, the same color as your eyes, the color of greed and jealousy.
Splat.
More blood, a dark, longing Red.
I bet you longed to see my blood splattered on every wall.
A burning terror ran through me as you examined every weapon you had, all drenched in that same Red, dried and crusted.
You thought I was done for, didn't you?
You thought you had solved it.
The protester, gone.
The problem, solved.
But.
Your burning Red did not extinguish my shining Yellow.
It only ignited it!
Born anew, I was!
And yet others say these two colors may mix to make Orange, a color of energy and happiness, yet also a color of distrust and deceit.
A color of sexual passion, of desire, a color of pleasure, domination, aggression, thirst for action!
This means nothing.
Orange. Orange, Orange, Orange, I hate it!
Red and Yellow were never meant to mix, I am sure you would agree.
Or perhaps you would not.
You are a man of deceit yourself, yet I know the color that symbolizes you.
A deep Red, a malicious Red full of rage and anger and courage, yet also the color of passion.
A passion for seeing the color daily, I suppose.
And look at me, using a poem-- why, it isn't even a poem anymore --to ramble on and on.
I do believe it is time to stop."
My dull Red eyes shimmered with tears, mingling with a much more violent Red, malicious.
The dress I wore, a deep Green, the same color as your eyes, the color of greed and jealousy.
Splat.
More blood, a dark, longing Red.
I bet you longed to see my blood splattered on every wall.
A burning terror ran through me as you examined every weapon you had, all drenched in that same Red, dried and crusted.
You thought I was done for, didn't you?
You thought you had solved it.
The protester, gone.
The problem, solved.
But.
Your burning Red did not extinguish my shining Yellow.
It only ignited it!
Born anew, I was!
And yet others say these two colors may mix to make Orange, a color of energy and happiness, yet also a color of distrust and deceit.
A color of sexual passion, of desire, a color of pleasure, domination, aggression, thirst for action!
This means nothing.
Orange. Orange, Orange, Orange, I hate it!
Red and Yellow were never meant to mix, I am sure you would agree.
Or perhaps you would not.
You are a man of deceit yourself, yet I know the color that symbolizes you.
A deep Red, a malicious Red full of rage and anger and courage, yet also the color of passion.
A passion for seeing the color daily, I suppose.
And look at me, using a poem-- why, it isn't even a poem anymore --to ramble on and on.
I do believe it is time to stop."
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