Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Christians choose to be weird
Painting their lives with Blood
Till living is death
The dying of the night
A hesitant dawn, a tremulous cry
A waking up to breathing
Emptying out alien lungs
To drink down an air so sweet
Made pure by the Blood

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