I want blood
Unlike them
(Nameless ones)
I want blood; in your veins
You alive, your heart pump.
Don’t want it for temple
Don’t smear on the door.
Want it yours, and active;
Carry food, also fight
The virus and microbes.
Out of vein, your blood
Is stain, it is filth; I don’t want.
Not of man, nor lamb; calf.
I give blood so you live
With blood in your vein.
Regardless, of our past.
Regardless, of your path.
Regardless, of tongue, faith.
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