Crimson

The Crimson drips, drips, drips
The rope loops, loops, loops
The chair falls, falls, falls
Their breath catches, catches, catches
No longer can they fight
They did with all their might
They lost the war of heart and mind
They found their destiny
It was to die
Green hair bounces up and down
Light draining from viridian eyes
They have been drained of all their worth
They no longer matter
No one would care

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D̸̻̘̜̟̦̠̬̃̕͜ǫ̵̥̖̠̠̼̯̗̗̃̒͊̈̂̀̓̾͘͝͝͝ ̴͈͕̜̮̮̺͖̹̼̯̠͆͆͆̄i̷̢̱̔͛̓͋̎͌̕͠͝t̷͈̮̟͚͐͛̃̓̉̇́̉̀̋͘̚

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