Will it wash out in the water?
Or is it always in the blood ?
Man was made and molded,
A woman right beside him,
A snake slithered in the grass,
Ready to lie to them
A garden full of peace,
Lit by the light of God,
But as the snake kept talking,
It all was gonna cease.
The man and wife stood trembling,
Ashamed of what they'de done,
Will it wash out in the water?
Or is it always in the blood ?
A few hundred years went by,
Spotless lambs were brought,
Atonement for this blackened stain,
But it was redundant, almost in vain
The world turned dark
and full of greed,
But was it more blood that we need?
A lamb came, one Holy and white,
Breaking through the darkest night,
His blood spilled
staining crimson and red,
But applied to our hearts
It's made white.
Will it wash out in water?
Or does it always need the blood ?
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A Song Of Winter And Spring: Poetry depicting heartbreak And happiness
PoetryVarious poems I've written on different topics!
