What I thought was blood on my mind
Was the memory of hidden girl’s life
Humanity burning inside distant diaries
Until their horror became our strife
What I thought was water to cleanse
Was from a spear ****** into his side
While he cried again for our peril
From madness we could not hide
What I thought was a horn blast of angels
Was the sound of a thousand rising suns
While the last witness was asked to forget
The death of a thousand mother’s sons
What I thought was a prayer for peace
Was the sound of hell being born again
And when the fire liberates itself from grace
We are reminded that flesh is made from sin
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
What I thought was blood on my mind
Was the memory of hidden girl’s life
Humanity burning inside distant diaries
Until their horror became our strife
What I thought was water to cleanse
Was from a spear ****** into his side
While he cried again for our peril
From madness we could not hide
What I thought was a horn blast of angels
Was the sound of a thousand rising suns
While the last witness was asked to forget
The death of a thousand mother’s sons
What I thought was a prayer for peace
Was the sound of hell being born again
And when the fire liberates itself from grace
We are reminded that flesh is made from sin
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