On Love

The cruel will of the people

driving brain into wrended grey blood

Humiliation and sadness and hurt

Purple and green and blue in your eyes

Alone and so powerless

the mighty fall so far

Flog tears into rough, tempered flesh

Thorns piercing a beautiful mind

Sin burrowing through muscle and bone

drawing O-negative from every pore

Suffocated screams beg forgiveness

because nothing says Love like sacrifice.


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