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By
Blood and Water
Mary Craig
The Body was broken,
Already dead.
But it was not enough
To the mind of evil.
No, the sword would pierce His side
After He had died.
Evil had its full, every desire
Satisfied and satiated.
But it wasn't enough.
Blood.
It called for His Blood.
It called for death and the grave.
This One good, called evil by evil ones,
Was truly dead,
His soul surely stripped
Of any, and all, dignity.
At last the Mirror lay broken.
Now nothing, no law
Nor face of God,
Could convict of any flaw.
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The contender for the crown
Surely dead,
Surely dead,
The Creator,
Be certain He is dead.
For now I shall reign and rule
As I will,
As I desire, My Self.
I shall be as God.
Is He dead?
Pierce His side that
I may gloat at this goat
Outside the camp.
Alas, what pours forth?
Blood and water?
Tell no one.
Speak of it to none.
Blood and Water?
He will not stay dead,
But rise.
Copyright © 1999 Mary J Craig
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