Poetry

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The Choice of Cold Blood

Clinking metal cold as my blood
One look, then one more, it turns hot
Skin like smooth marble I behold
Mine! The coursing heat commands me
She feels like silk sheets against me
Truly, she belongs to another

I, too, answer to another
Who moves the red river, my blood
The true vigor within me
His words once kindled my heart hot
Now a cold, stale breakfast for me
He, now, a dim star eye behold

Once like Venus bright behold
‘Til I pursued light another
Luminescent pleasure for me
Now loved ones paint my home with blood
Brook bubbles, lust! Vengeance! Flames hot
Great falls gush from the eyes of me

All of my house have strayed from me
They flee fearing I to behold
My kingdom ceased by another
Ambition! Stoked as fireplace hot
Sears me, the source his river blood
House war descends blue fog on me

My soul a sandstorm within me
Knowing I, brought it upon me
Heat recklessly pulsing, my blood
Her figure ever to behold
Drove me to take life another
Consuming lust! Exploded! Hot

Judge, gavel crashed down lightning hot
Rivers streamed down as he saw me
Stealing sweetness of another
Sublime, luminous glory of me
Mutes God's splendor world to behold
For moment's delight spilled guiltless blood

Loyal blood, innocent blood
God, why ever my face behold
Surely, He'd run for another

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