The world is like a blank white canvas. I am no artist, but I'd like to splatter the blood of a select few on it and create my own art. The crimson red will stand out in that no longer blank white canvas. It would have crimson red roses that fill the ground and scarlet tanagers that soar through the sky. It will resemble pain and suffering and remind us all that the only unbreakable promise in life is the comfort of death.