poetry by Mercysmine - THY SISTERS BLOOD

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THY  SISTERS  BLOOD

                         Thy  sisters  blood  cries  out  to  me,
                        Though  they  be  few  on  earth  that  see

                           Hast  thou  forgotten?  who  I  AM?
                   Who  hath  beguiled  thee  daughters  of  mine?
                  To  inflict  such  blows  to  thy  sisters  heart.

                         Thinkest  thou  that  I  do  not  see,
                        Thy  sisters  blood  cries  out  to  me,
                        Were  there  not  five  daughters  born?
                      While  four  rejoice,  the  other  mourns.

                       All  rising  stars  admired  by  men,
                     One  counted  as  dung,  cast  in  the  drought.

                        Always  alone  in  a  darkened  room,
                    A  razor  spills  blood  to  bring  release
                   Yea!  thy  sisters  blood  cries  out  to  me.



                      Thinkest  that,  thou  hast  done  well?
                        Thy  heart  hath  been  deceived,
                         Seeing  that  thy  carest  not,
                           That  thy  sister  bleeds.

                Each  drop  of  blood,  every  tear  she's  shed,
                          Has  ascended  up  to  heaven.

                     Your  sister  stands  before  me  justified,
                         Tis  thee,  that  needs  forgiven.

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