What is this blood that courses through?

that flows in me that flowed in you.

Our words and thoughts are not the same

yet still I’m burdened for your Blame…

 

for all the pathways you mistook

believing in some Holy Book,

or Rag that Waved upon a Mast,

Your final Post was not My Last.

 

All we can do is let it flow

imbued with what we’ve come to know,

and tainted as we may well be

it is our minds that set us free.

 

And yes, though we will err and fall

despite belief that we know all,

beyond our days new blood will come

to right the wrongs that we have done.