the red fever
you let yourself be cloaked in..
full red, obvious and boastful
a cannibal couldn't care less who he eats though
shed the cocoon, you vain half-form
to maintain your beauty, traits of the spiteful last born
but when danger comes, who you gonna call?
you're dead sister, the red fever's got you lost
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