Blood - Poem by Michael Sumpter
Blood. The vital principle; life, but what is it?
A symbol of power?
A symbol of life?
A symbol of evil?
Taken from these angles
Wars have been fought
Massacres have been written
Descrinination flows freely
Blood is spilt when standards are not met
Blood is divine once the crown has been set
Blood is feared
Blood is beaten
Blood is revered
Blood is life
Blood is fate
Why is blood divided? Why is blood not pure?
Blood is the reason people fight
Blood is carnal lust that will not hinder
Blood makes things happen
It is not pure or clean
It is sin and foul
It is the puppet master
It is the begining
Blood is nurtured by its host
Blood craves more from it's host
Blood is Love
Blood is Strife
Blood is Life
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