Demons
The sleeping guards ignore us blood.
.
.
as
blood
We crowd into a garden plot. blood.
.
.
blood
Our prey cannot behold blood.
He knows
.
.
us, but
blood
us and our presence well.
blood.
Now our united
.
.
blood
chanting brings
Blood Blood A cloak of weighted shadow down. Blood Blood Decayed and outstretched wings unseen Blood. Blood.
meager beams of hope. Blood Blood
Seal otTthe
For
we
are many, ringed around
BLOOD! BLOOD!
A
failing
form
that falls
upon
BLOOD! BLOOD! A
rock while our immortal master
BLOOD! BLOOD! Comes
to crush the
Son of Man!
WAIT!
He pleads with His God, And He speaks, "Abba, please." And His garments are stained Still
With His
anij^uish
and blood
Larry Baxter
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