Blood
Blood says all and says it true
In a way that words will seldom do
In a way that most aren't listening to
All to easy and quick to spill
It's flowing freely down the hill
Into the earth and through the field
Blame me none
For what I've said
This sure ain't fun
And they'll want my head
Bloodlust comes and goes in waves
All other thrill is thrill in vain
No other thrill is ever the same
Blood won't mix when it is two
As though alive and somehow knew
What you'd devised to have it to do
Bloodlines weave in hidden ways
Yes, even still and to this day
As in a time when it was plain
They know these things
But feign not to
Much on it hangs
It's us who lose
Your blood's red and theirs is blue
This sort of thing is hid from view
You were born their bidding to do
Since the day we reached the shore
And a hundred thousand years before
We never once these rules ignored
But now we're told we should abhor
This way of life but not what for
Explain to me just what's in store
Don't blame me
For what's implied
And no praise, please
Should this seem wise
One might cringe or be appalled
By the cruelty of it all
That life obeys such brutal law
In a way that words will seldom do
In a way that most aren't listening to
All to easy and quick to spill
It's flowing freely down the hill
Into the earth and through the field
Blame me none
For what I've said
This sure ain't fun
And they'll want my head
Bloodlust comes and goes in waves
All other thrill is thrill in vain
No other thrill is ever the same
Blood won't mix when it is two
As though alive and somehow knew
What you'd devised to have it to do
Bloodlines weave in hidden ways
Yes, even still and to this day
As in a time when it was plain
They know these things
But feign not to
Much on it hangs
It's us who lose
Your blood's red and theirs is blue
This sort of thing is hid from view
You were born their bidding to do
Since the day we reached the shore
And a hundred thousand years before
We never once these rules ignored
But now we're told we should abhor
This way of life but not what for
Explain to me just what's in store
Don't blame me
For what's implied
And no praise, please
Should this seem wise
One might cringe or be appalled
By the cruelty of it all
That life obeys such brutal law
Credits
Writer(s): Claude Reece Sullivan Iii
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