Blood streams from within

face to face
we will make the maker a mark
thank him for making water and wine
but choosing wine when we want water
so thirst comes in vain.
face to face
we’ll come in contact with one more murder
and the colour of water is wine and red
the stain on the dead
the darker the ashes on our heads
the darker the truth.
i hear we are made up of blood
i am made up
to compose, pose
and decompose.
and blood does know
that war does show
but the place where blood does flow
is hidden in vain in veins

leonell