Empty

I.
Oh, Mary why have you come?
Come drop your oils and run –
you'll find no one, find no one.

II.
Oh, Thomas can't you see?
Where bone and sinew meet,
you'll find a hole (find a whole).

III.
Oh, Saul look down at your hands,
all red and dripping in the sand –
it's the wrong blood, the wrong blood.

Come find the blood, of the son.



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Writer(s): Brett Ratliff
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