A Great Name
I found a penny
Even though it was worthless
It is worth more than you know
When you add up the digits and find
The sum you find that love cannot be hidden
In darkness, but the true light reveals what
True love can always display, a type
Of character around the hour, hours that
Turn into days, days that turn into months, roses
That shed blood when it’s cold and loneliness still
Besieges me so well when its waters spring up I go down
Into the heavens and lift up this rock, to trample on serpents.
Blood thirsty are these creatures, but I am thirsty for love
And vengeance, to take back a stolen heart, that breaths
New life into dead things and dead things that blow
Dead air away from ocean shores beneath me.
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