Holy Blood Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

O they hang, for death awaits
Blood flowing over graves
Hang the Damned And Spike their Jesus
Arise the dead again

Immortal Being beneath his cross
A taste so pure awaits
'Tell us lord of all that's lost
Do not stare upon our face'

Ask me then, thereafter sorrows
When In Hell, Bright blessings- Merry meet
Blood Is ours, Yours is ours
Filled with all the sins you take

None so many as the loved
Mine has been the end of Thee
Once again then shall we rise
You in Heaven- Here we feed

An age thereafter, Shall one cry
A prayer before the fiery lake
The holy blood has given life
One Vampire was saved

(03/29/2024)