Salem

Salem

A Poem by winter;lyra

I see blood on my floors
There's blood on my seats
And there's blood, on the door hinges...

There's blood, with the sheep
In the breed
And with the seed

There's blood on the streets.
 
There's blood in the cross
There's blood on my church
Oh no...

There's blood, across the sea
Now here's blood
On my streets

Oh Salem, my sweet Salem
You kill a man with his faith

Is there blood on my hands?
I dare not...
Oh no no no, no...
I'd dare not to look

There's blood


© 2017 winter;lyra


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winter;lyra
Sweet? SWEET?

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It's just as well Im not averse to the red stuff.
This will stay with me for a while I think Winter - especially this
"There's blood, with the sheep
In the breed
And with the seed"
sounds like an indictment of mankind and a poor prognosis.

Posted 7 Years Ago


winter;lyra

7 Years Ago

I've been reading a book named The Witches (by Stacy Schiff) about New England's Salem and the sh*t.. read more
Tony Jordan

7 Years Ago

there are some parallels - religious fervour whipped up to fever pitch - need to blame someone for o.. read more

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Added on August 25, 2017
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