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POETRY: The Speaking Blood


I have been initiated
Into the heavens court
Where I need no flogging
To be part of the brotherhood.

 What powerful blood
Which quenches my thirst
Of the lusts of this world
And the worldly desires
Which leads to destruction.

 I love this blood
It comes alive to me
And permeates my life
Fills my inner spirit
Overshadows my outer man.

 What a blood
So powerful and mighty
With a whirlwind effect
On the kingdom of darkness.

 The blood that speaks
The blood that heals
The blood that delivers
The blood that saves

 It crushes chains
It breaks yokes
And crunches shackles
Without any effort.

 What a blood
That drives the kingdom of darkness
Into a spate of rage
Which lacks venom and bite.

 I reverence the efficacy
Of this wonderful blood
Which renders the devil
In a vegetative state.

turning the accuser of brethren
To a mere spectator
To the finished work and victory
The blood gifted us on the cross.

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