Red stains the sand
As always, grand.

The stains mark the sins
Of those who falsed
What He taught
They will remind those
Who dwell within their sight
Of the true path of life
That man has long sought

Bloodshed, tears wept
Seeing His creature deviate
From his path, and do wrong.
Bloodshed, mere sweat
Shed to push men back
To where they belong.

When all have accepted
The Blessed
The Saviour
The One
There shall be peace
Man will finally understand
What he meant to preach.

The above is a satire.