Ox Blood`

Deep, dark, beautiful red.

Deep, dark, beautiful world.

Deep, dark, beautiful leaves.

Deep, dark, beautiful season.

Deep down under your skin,

There lies the demon who makes you sin.

Yet, what is sin without religion?

Just a terrible act they say must be forgiven.

Maybe, it's just a horrid act with no consequence at all. 

If I killed an ox and had blood on my hands,

Do you think maybe then it wouldn't be seen as a sin?

We can kill all else, but  the people who bleed bright red.

How is it so, that I may have this ox blood laid on my hands,

Yet, no one would say it's a sin,

Since it's a deep, dark, beautiful red.