The Red Spread Poem by Malaya Roses

The Red Spread



The Red Spread
© 2012 Malaya Roses

Entangle with three crossed arrows
Doubts were the daggers
About saving my soul
Admitting less than faithless sin
I am dying
Stench smell
Over the red spread blood
A presentiment was not retribution
Three ropes of doubtless sins
Massacre is the prolific accusation.

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