I Almost Made it, Almost.

The sun begins to set.
The crimson fill the sky.
This color of so much beauty.
We see it and think of things that are not it.
Of war, of death, of evil.
Crimson is also the color of the heart.
The color of change.
The color of the end.
And ends bring peace.
Crimson fill the sky.
Others think it's evils work.
They blame the devil.
I think of greatness.
I think of my God.