He Who Speaks In Blood

The walls inside were covered in the story of their lives.

Painted words of ruby red within the home in which they died.

Tell they tale of love that failed to help prevail this groom and bride.

Screams of loss and pain, across they came, these words in crimson cried.

But words of blood can wash away and truly be rewritten.

The chance to dance again and plant the seeds of love were given.

He who speaks in blood hath paid the price; all is forgiven.

Both groom and bride return to life; rejoice, for He has risen.


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