Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #34: Use the following sentence within a piece of poetry or prose. “We all bleed the same.” The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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Your Saviors, Sing Their Song
Righteous hemorrhage;
We all bleed the same, they serenade.
Religious artifacts strewn riven,
Unsympathetically atrophied.
You can't smell the sin,
when you're sodden in gin,
leaking from your supremacy-laced chalice.
We all bleed the same, they chant.
Cage your eyes,
It's nearly over.
Give heed to their hemic choir,
hymns polluting a resplendent pyre,
set fire
to your despondent bones.
We all bleed the same, they harmonize.
Their gore is cherished,
blindly revered.
Your cruor, rippling amongst the stonework,
they do not deign,
to watch cascade down the drain.