I hear red.

Vacant words

tunneling deep.

.

I tast red.

Sour truths

lingering still.

.

I see red.

Piercing cuts

remaining raw.

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Remember red.

Flogs unjust

a silent sky.

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Remember red.

Freely spilled

the crux of life.

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Remember red.

Once for all

sting left behind.

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In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace, which he lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight making known to us the mystery of his will, according to his purpose, which he set forth in Christ.

Ephesians 1:7-9