On soft distant winds…
Spirits bleed;
Seeds for the new father’s Son
to share w/his sacred friends
Who stare vacant
& poised w/silence
in the shadows above
Where the sweet,
wretched smell of death
permeates us
w/calculated cruelty
Then spreads through us
as stiff, arrogant waves
Cold blood in this grave
Feel
Experience this strange
unearthly presence
& break the seal.
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