1. |
Witness
16:36
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their father bears witness
As brother lays hands on brother
Son on son, blood on blood
all too accepting
these waves lay claim
the depths drag down the favoured son
and the boy breathes his last
Foul hands, soaked in the blood of blood
Fall limp, exhausted
his brother sinks
a watery grave
marked by nothing
a dead wake
weak hands, controlled by jealousy
fall limp, exhausted
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2. |
Sacrifice
19:38
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Tears well in their father’s eyes
And they mingle in
These waters stained with
The blood of blood
Death has settled
Waters lay stagnant
The pollution runs deep
Alone, their father, whispers ‘my son’
Lungs expel his final breath,
A curse upon his remaining son
he throws himself upon the mercy of the sea,
the depths swallow his last breath
retribution released from dead lips
Breaks the surface
The weight of vengeance hangs heavy
And these waters run foul with
The blood of blood
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