Dripping Blood, This Cross. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Dripping Blood, This Cross.

Dripping blood, this Cross.

Planted on the Apex of Hill as to be seen.

For the Cross is made to bear.

It be the Seal-Pact of the Sacrifice.

And thus drips blood, blood, blood continual for all to see.

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