Warmer then darkness
Let wetness abound
In the color of tree bark
The pigment of ground
Sharpened taste of iron
And warmer still
A martyr’s chosen color
The blood that they spill
And washed in that color
A purity comes to light
The garments of heaven
Like snow and wool, are white
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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