Bad Blood

You fixed your eyes on us,
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 Your flesh and blood,
 A sculpture of water
 And unsettled dust.
 When there was bad blood in us,
 We learned our lesson:
 Genesis to the last generation.
 
 So we wrestle with it all-
 The concept of grace
 And the faithful concrete
 As it breaks our fall.
 Our questions are all the same.
 Identical words; how they feel brand new against different time frames.
 Identical words against different time frames.
 
 We know it all by heart
 The whole is greater
 Than the sum of its parts
 We've heard it all before
 In beauty there echoes a speck of our source.
 In beauty there echoes a speck of our source.
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 Like firewood,
 Burning bright
 In the dead of winter,
 By only a flicker
 We cling to this life.
 So we huddle over maps;
 Is it faith or prediction,
 Will or tradition
 Until we collapse?
 We argue our bearings
 Until we collapse.
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 We study our story arcs
 Inherently good,
 Or were we broken right from the start?
 Our hesitant fingerprints
 Trace every mountain,
 Lace every valley
 Until we're convinced...
 That we know it all by heart-
 Every blade of grass
 Bears our mark.
 In the name of being brave,
 Though it's just another word for being afraid.
 We know it all by heart-
 The whole is so much greater
 Than the sum of these parts.
 We've heard the truth before,
 For in beauty there echoes a speck of our source.
 In beauty there echoes a speck of our source.
 In beauty there echoes a speck of our source