Water
It runs through our ancient days
Down the long years to this moment
Coursing through our lives
Like the bloodline of kings
A swiftly flowing stream
Of memory and sorrow
One drop of water
Of blood
And then another
Can become ripple
A river
A rising torrent
Unstoppable
Which in time
Breakdown resistance
To flow free once again
On the journey to its destiny
The remnant of the faithful
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