Blood

Blood stains mar the puritan. No end in sight, still no heavens light.

Blood on the walls, Blood on the crosses, Blood on the messiah.

Heaven remains silent, 6 for the pyre, were they good enough for a seat at God's table? Blood hot like fire.

Blood is the currency of the country and no amount of blood is enough to buy back the dead.

We all have Blood on our hands, now.

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