I can't tell the difference,

between blood and water.

They both flow like stream.

Predetermined,

perpetuating assumptions.

Same water cycle for all.

Assumed by the largest cult.

Dissipation of non-believers,

for fear of becoming deceivers.

I shall open my veins,

to bleed a waterfall.

They all fade.

They all betray.

There is no stable leg,

on a conspired table,

such as thou.

Rivers bleed,

just like my veins.

Destroyers array,

in political dismay.

Proclamations in blood,

play as much omnipotence,

as scripture in fluid.

Abattoirs as common as

drought,monsoon,

and drenched abnormality.

Slaughter, murder,

and misanthropic riddance,

imposed into reality.

Rain down phlebotomical works,

reflecting the weakest.

You don't prosper,

so you sever the scum.

The blood is your victorious confetti.

Tattered souls embrace the

scraps of their purest intent.

The corpse rots,

like chipping paint.

The paint chips,

as the memories fade.

No longer a creature,

A noveau corpse.

Incarnation graduation.