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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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THY SISTERS BLOOD
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