His Blood

Thu, 11/03/2016 - 16:29 -- ACME

Blood on my head,

Blood has been shed,

Partly because of me.

Red all around,

His blood stained the ground,

His blood stained the tree.

His suffered the pain,

I got the gain,

He gave that to me.

He rose from his bed,

He rose from the dead,

To set me free.

Blood on my head,

Blood has been shed,

The blood of the Lamb.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

Comments

TamingOfSeaWolves

this, is freaking amazing. short and to the point, wonderfully written well done

ACME

Thank you.

 

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