- The blood of God I seal inside a box with lock and key.
- Too, in that box, a bite of flesh I’m hoarding just for me.
- I treasure them with heart and mind, more than my flesh and blood.
- And when I choose between the two, I choose with echoed thud.
- I’ve bathed myself and purged my soul with treasures set ablaze:
- A cross, a clasp, a point, a drop, with power did amaze.
- The flames had turned my family bond to charcoal and to ash.
- The water drowned my seed and theirs; they vanished with my splash.
- My golden trump, with boldened blast, the rainbow did erase.
- My em’rald shield, with swipes and blows, pink, purple, blue defaced.
- My coat of skins, with heightened strength, had smothered black and white.
- And while they gasp, I scream, “Me! Me! Oh, hey, all look at I!”
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