The Bloody Monster

The bloody monster has no goals

It is blind to race and sex

It does not care about youth

It has no compassion

It has no thought

Death is random

The bloody monster is not lost

It has three colors

Blood red, fiery orange, and black

Red as the blood that it spills

Orange as the tongue of fire

Black as the loss it brings to this world

It tears everything in its path apart

Ripping love at the seams

Homes are shattered into thousands of pieces

And hope crumbles into sand

With no visible ending

The bloody monster rages

It is hungry

It always wants

How many deaths will it take

To kill the monster that has killed so many

And tortured so many more

Will it ever die?

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