My blood, my wine

My blood, my wine
communion, communist, devouring, raping
Taking all innocence from mother earth and her children
Sucking life nectar like vampiric monsters
staving off a hunger
My blood, my wine
socialist, equality, the rare drums of freedom
beating rapidly amidst burning villages and cracked infant skulls
behold gods mission, missing meaning enmity
A cryptic nuke, clouds humming a death chant
My blood, my wind
Something different, frightful, threatening
neutralized before it can crush
when tolerance's novelty decays
the crooked elitist ways remain
they're My blood, my wine

My Blood, My Wine
A poem of America

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Noetic-fret!

Sat 26th Dec 2009 16:18

Just brilliant. Nice work.

Michael

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