Round, Round, made by bodies
Red Brick grinding like the teeth
Of a many mouthed piranha
Crowd is chanting
Give, Give us your blood
Red Ground dripping and sloshing
Like some diabolical kiddy pool
Bastard is staring
Push, Pushing air around
Red Gloves swirling up and down
As if his hands were horizontal elevators
Ref is bleating
Shout, Shouting to be heard
Red Whistle screaming and whining
Trying to be some hateful preacher
Hands are pounding
Puft, Puft like the sound of clouds
Red street Light branding our skin
Like a I Love Mom tattoo
Step back is only option
Crack, Crack like ax on wood
Red Blur the best way to put it
Almost a stretched maroon scarf flying from each hand
Waiting is a fun game
Crash, Crash like cars colliding
Red Face believes he's gonna win
Looks as if he had just run a marathon
Pain is an antidote
Bleed, Bleed is what I seem to do
Red River trickles and flows
Like a faucet as you brush your teeth
Your Time is up
Thunk, pause, Thunk is all you hear
Red Bricks swallow whole
And red is all you fear
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