Time Soaked
All this blood,
still remaining upon my hands;
Has now completely penetrated,
the thickness of my skin.
Time Soaked,
too deep...
Stain over Stain,
forever still remain;
from where the blood of others,
has constantly been drained.
Hostage no more,
to the sins of my fallen Brothers...
Time Soaked;
Too deep,
Into my flesh,
Now running through my stream;
A joining together;
Time Soaked,
Too Deep...
Copyright © Terry Cunningham | Year Posted 2012
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