Bloody Strings

Open disaster, Melodies transform, Transformer ways, Blood, Guilt that betrays. Thirsty for purity, Purity that stays. I praise, I pray And it sprays, The fountain Of heaven’s youth, God sent. Tiger claws Mark the Devil’s Snarls. Pearls mark My wiles. Melodies spray And transform Vile eyes Bloody as a storm. Marks my days, Etches my betrays. A pattern Of soft light. Rays of Open days Closes on open Disaster. Seals like White plaster. To God, He is my master. I transform from A violin with bloody Strings To a harp with Lovely wings. I sing hallelujah! I find purity And immortality. Free from the Tiger’s snare. From the Devil’s Strings I’m free, Jesus and me.