The life of flesh is in the blood,
extracted to save the judged,
spilling wet upon the stones
in response to the throne.
Flesh penalties must be paid
when forgiveness demands a trade;
divine law will not relent
until the flesh is given to repent.
Obedience demands pain’s rigor,
forfeiting what’s dear and pure
upon the altars built by man
to satisfy his god’s demands.
Rituals erase man’s impurity,
trading damnation for surety;
the sacred life force must bleed
to seal the covenant belief’s decree.
A final forfeiture will express
submission, erasing transgress;
those who turn will be judged,
fealty demands sprinkled blood.
© 2026. Lynn Green. All Rights Reserved. 20260409.
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 10:15 AM UTC
The life of flesh is in the blood,
extracted to save the judged,
spilling wet upon the stones
in response to the throne.
Flesh penalties must be paid
when forgiveness demands a trade;
divine law will not relent
until the flesh is given to repent.
Obedience demands pain’s rigor,
forfeiting what’s dear and pure
upon the altars built by man
to satisfy his god’s demands.
Rituals erase man’s impurity,
trading damnation for surety;
the sacred life force must bleed
to seal the covenant belief’s decree.
A final forfeiture will express
submission, erasing transgress;
those who turn will be judged,
fealty demands sprinkled blood.
© 2026. Lynn Green. All Rights Reserved. 20260409.
The poem "Sprinkled Blood" is a solemn, doctrinal meditation on sacrifice, the poem portrays blood as the necessary currency of obedience and atonement within a system of divine judgment.
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