Blood in….Blood Out
Matthew 26:28 “for this is My blood of the covenant,
which is poured out for many for forgiveness of sins.”
Blood pored to seal the pores created by defected spores
Infected ores cherished by scores; blemished and toured
Animals gored with a reddish dye; the bloody eye stored
Visions of a servant falling; impaled calling; nailed talking
Gargoyles gawking then laughing, disciples softly squawking
Gladiator stalling watching the whipping, betting & hawking
“He’d die in a while!” Israelites smile a soliloquy of lies & guile
Olive flesh coloured red by bile arms move in a military style
Pouring red river call it Nile the sun strikes an hour on the dial
“What...Still alive?” 5 men watch the dark humour and laugh
The King with a lepers tumour covered by a bloody scarf
From the evening to night hanged in plight whipped & carved
Empty stomach aptly starved; skies thundered & tore in mourn
He died there…suffering servant silently hanging till dawn
"They said in boast, "We killed Jesus the son of Mary,
the messenger of Allah," but they killed him not nor crucified him,
but Allah raised him up unto Himself."-Surah 4/157-158
Blood in……Drip Drip Drip…
….Quench your thirst with his blood
…You cannibals……
David’s believers turn tack to attack liabilities they’d rather lack
Gullible men tracked and stacked on shelves hung from their back
Snuck into corners they bleed out mature liquid their skins insipid
Was war a necessity, talks too timid or is it blasphemous swarms
UN was the peace before the storms, dorms turn to military norms
Candid classes of bookworm writers scrub their glasses to see stashes
Mass population represents slaughter of masses, a modern genocide
Brown chequers apartheid brown chocolates belied brown men be spied
See the white light it’s a white guide; black shadows cover colours; hide
Another man died it’s war and war is war where everything is fair
Dare you to go ahead & decapitate that mare; attract News centrals stare
Sprinkle specks of blood to sign the cheque it’s blood money I bet
Excised out my hands and left me an image a fashion statement
Entailment of rancid melodies to brash out the hacked ailment
Existence as scientologists grows in charts & rows; reflexes of throws
That measure your distance of your throw, throw those words of belief
I’m your Religion, your God…hacked, decapitated & sliced at my knees
Blood out……Drip Drip Drip…
….Quench your thirst with his blood
…You cannibals……
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