Scarlet Cuts

Leaked, each crimson drip more precious than ruby stones
Withered, baked and hardened like wilted rose

Each plunge tapped the ground like knocking sound
Scorched by the sun’s wrath, tarnished soon

From scarlet cuts came cherry drops
Smeared, some descend lived not long enough

Amidst the gentle gust
Came the stench of rust

Every drip took His breath
Every stream gave us life

Because the Father willed
Because we all have sinned

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