Bloodlines - 2011/04/21

Wretched family hunker down
Islands amongst one another
Bloody leaf on faint breeze
A soul of somebodys brother
Sheer rock face sits rising
The last waypoint on a path
When empty children measure
Destruction born from wrath

Once a man now but the husk
Drawing water from the well
Tainted with eternal poison
That bares a portal to hell
Of what spark will we speak
As we dig to bury the other
If the killer is the father
Leaving protector as mother

Orders are but little words
Whispered by those not dead
For the rain cannot cleanse
Old ground of all that bled
Yet for all who so remember
Tales in books ever ignored
There lies a quiet blue sky
For peace one cannot afford

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