His blood speaks of worth.
His blood is heavy and pungent,
mixed with incense
and flecks of myrrh.
Heavy red mercury,
spilling, swirling down the artery.
Trickling down a trail,
like acid down the Veil.
Magic soaks His spine.
Tingling indigo bruise–
standing to the side,
Sweet iron-smelling blood,
thorns raking head of dingy, sweaty curls.
Dark eyes dim,
sparkling sweet with roguish undefeat.
Drum snaps:
undead! undread!
Bass pushes forth,
rips and blooms in music.
That incessant blood, insouciant,
slippery unkillable medicine;
heavy pulsing music,
flute-soft blood breaking metal diamond scorn.

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