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See: a Marriage Worthy, Letters Offered To An Aching Bride

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"See: A Marriage Worthy, Letters Offered to an Aching Bride" See The blood of man drips from his fingers note the true Son of Man No loud crimson cardinal feathers gently caressing psalming minds No White Hat nor flag in hand, yet Purple hearted when War came carrying in his arms crucifixion nails for bullets in palms holy human outstretched lobbying armies and splitting sides dripping red, and blue bruised, the once good book holders debating defense four seraphim and their regiments glistening oily black misunderstood magi with their presents now fierce and hell bent whirling dervish baptising all those heaven sent dripping their fire burning gold, myrrh and frankincense transfusing the just the bled out pacifists now all undressed Holy Sees truth for what it means now all unblessed the stripping of brides standing firm in their pure virginal beliefs they come hymn singing riding astride the four horsemen caught up in a marriage worthy of an honour guard attention arching Apocalypse The 3 unsealed slow letters offered to an aching bride to freely choose her husband’s best side (LadyLabyrinth / 2020) "If you close your eyes and you pick a side Will you follow blindly into the darkness? If you close your eyes and you pick a side Will you find yourself broken and heartless? In a world on fire, in a world on fire" "If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,— My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori." (excerpt Wilfren Owens - "Dulce et Decorum Est")