Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Rain stained red. Clouds dark as blood.
Tears stained red. Ground dark as blood.
Sand stained red. Ocean dark as blood.
Hope blemished red. Dreams black as blood.
Morning Star, capture us to the dawn.
We look for the promise of creation. We asked for a new beginning.
This is the gift you give?
Tears stained red. Ground dark as blood.
We weep for we know our sin. This land shall be our grave.
Is this the retribution?
Sand stained red. Ocean dark as blood.
Escape is not an option. The roads to the sea are gone.
This is our destruction?
Hope blemished red. Dreams black as blood.
Scars mark our hearts. Our land falls to ruin.
This is our reward.
Morning Star, capture us to the dawn.
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