Bloody Strings

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Poet
A free-verse spiritual poem

Submitted: March 16, 2014

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Submitted: March 16, 2014

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Open disaster,

Melodies transform,

Transformer ways,

Blood,

Guilt that betrays.

Thirsty for purity,

Purity that stays.

 

I praise,

I pray

And it sprays,

The fountain

Of heaven’s youth,

God sent.

 

Tiger claws

Mark the Devil’s

Snarls.

Pearls mark

My wiles.

Melodies spray

And transform

Vile eyes

Bloody as a storm.

Marks my days,

Etches my betrays.

 

A pattern

Of soft light.

Rays of

Open days

Closes on open

Disaster.

Seals like

White plaster.

To God,

He is my master.

 

I transform from

A violin with bloody

Strings

To a harp with

Lovely wings.

I sing hallelujah!

I find purity

And immortality.

Free from the

Tiger’s snare.

From the Devil’s

Strings I’m free,

Jesus and me.

 


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