About Blood and Death Equaling Life

Our basis

But he died and for us whose
Lives were purchased
Our own sins saturated in
Open sores festering with
Down pouring blood.

Heath achatz
12.28.2004

living through death

the soaked earth
soaked with the stains of blood
stains of sins from every
season spent self-suffocating
sentient beings sufficiently
sedated from themselves.

We would all wither
With our weak whimsical
Wells of wet red water
Inside of our warm wasted flesh.
If he hadn’t died.
Death is why we live.
Death is how we live.
We live dead.
Decidedly dead.

Our soaked souls
Soaked so thoroughly,
Soothed since sin is severed.
Souls soaked in red solace
Saved above suspicion and
Supported by his sacrifice.

Heath achatz
12.28.2004