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FROM THE BLOOD ON THE CROSS


FROM THE BLOOD ON THE CROSS



Bridges now burned like a flock of dark pages
Words turned to ashes from yesterday's fire
A rabbi spoke methodically on sin and its wages
I sat like a statue in ecclesiastical attire

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She often visited where the cattails grew
Something in the marshes called out to her
That day was different, somehow I knew
A tapestry of images with faces a blur

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Her heart full of death and its darkest fears
She couldn't say no to this dark temptation
A dabbler in sorcery for many long years
She called it drumming, I called it damnation

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I saw the pain, felt her tormented mind
A metamorphic perdition before my eyes
Chanting in circles with an unknown kind
As candles were melting, I heard the cries

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Twirling and dancing, mumbling things
Rotating stars became circles of fire
Blending as one inside smoke filled rings,
she sank to her knees amid the muck and mire

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"Forgive me Lord of mercy, what must I do
 for I've sinned and wish to offer my pleas"
"Go in peace my child you're washed anew,
from the blood of the cross, to my child on her knees"
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