Body and Blood

I uttered a hushed prayer,
But it was much louder long ago,
A pool of tears in my palms I gather,
Leaving no room for a martyr’s body to go,

Desperately clinging onto grains of sand,
But time forces me down to brace myself for the flood,
The large boat only transports pairs to a new land,
Now I can’t live without a savior’s blood

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