Blood

And this rejected ones from women's cycle is the breakdown of this earth. dirty. dark. thick gummy substance that flows from their monthly problems to contaminate the earth. We have seen the frame of it handful patterns drawn with forceful aggression. A miserable tattered world, A taleless tale of dead man at the cinema, who cares to listen? A Raven of thought interwoven into crumbles of lost box. Water is thicker than blood, Blood is thinker than water, Life revolves around them; And death comes at their absence... These are the bed for your corpse locally arranged watch it carefully! These are the pages your absence are written promiscuously for devil to see. You left your blood in the cold hearts, We found one of such in the empty street pleading for a body, Some were seen in my father's shrine as the gods gulp them preciously, Why leave your blood under the cold? Why waste the substance you know nothing of it creation? If we lose ourselves losing our blood, If we die leaving empty body on the ground, Where do our blood dry off to, heaven or hell? Will the punishment in hell be unto our blood or spirit? For blood is liquid foundation source, For spirit is a roving being invisible, Which of this will be punished by our father in heaven if he is callous enough to burn us all? We lost a generation, a story, a red light That should have make that man live, Escaping this body for only water is suicidal thoughts. Blood is life in a traveling body housing a spiritual being. don't let it out! Yours Poetically, ©John Chizoba Vincent