Rust-Stained Tears

Vermilion tears down an angel's cheek, Sorry to say, did not dry this very week; Rather, turning to rust as devil deals Lust, a thrust, parlay, iniquity steals. Indulge in saturnine preludes to this The dark interludes in a crimson kiss Bleed hell and cry blood for a twist They sneak and walk among deepening bliss. They look to kill Christ again, auguring a Warning, heed heaven's call to halt decay Show reverence for the ecclesiastic Kiss the clay, and the mold is fantastic. Trust that guide, drawing lightning in the back Calling forward to the front of the pack; Love all your brothers, for then you can trust They too cry them, colored in muddy rust.