Blood Lines“Blood alone moves the wheels of history”
History’s light had barely dawned the bright carefree light of Eden was to darkness trimmed
Perfection the center of all created wonders all that was required live and be enthralled
Children of man cast into a realm birthed by loneliness from greatest genius this was stemmed
Love so pure so large its natural course would devise the only able recipient worthy morning children

All existence funneled into a body of clay the emergence of all thought and achievement had begun
It wasn’t by trial and error ultimate perfection produced his own inducement for open view to all
The crown of creation had only its benefactor as a higher equal now freedom quietly instilled now run
Match the wild Arabian horse he knows what courses through his veins he carries no other strain

What a time to distill this beginning all knowing ramped through this fresh clean mind what promise
In every plant stone even the water as it began to grow the earth in concert with the Sun’s rays
It too would surge follow a course far from its garden home great rivers its natural home all to comprise
The earth set to flourish man kinds own heaven on earth his domain only limited by a small imagination

With these reins in hand he set in motion to be the monarch that was is legitimate rightful claim
Nothing would not be touched without his mark and approval he harnessed the world to his design
Colors every known object would owe to him their specific rendering to all other creatures what acclaim
The dream lives just as the heavenly father spoke it into being by blood sacrifice it would be redeemed