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That day you opened up your veins
We thought you were trying
To give away your soul to us
So we might have left you there too long:
No one wanted to disturb
All that pretty, florid richness, bubbling out
And it left a beautiful paisley imprint
As looking out, through your stained glass,
We could see the world bleeding out too:
Division, disappointment, greed;
Great running rivulets, of time's acid bath
But we've sugar-coated it over now
Sliding around, falling over each other
Touching our fingers, to our mouths,
Never sure who's stinging fire of blood
We're tasting; there's been so many since-
Even the fountains spray blood now,
Like wine, of the new transmutation;
And sitting rulers bathe in it,
Hoping for good luck, eternal life, balance of yin and yang,
Your name, as magic eight ball, lucky rabbits foot;
While we slink around, fingers to our lips
Waiting for the day your blood finally finds it's voice
And begins to scream out loud.
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