Uniform of scares
By Mark Heathcote
Wed, 14 Jan 2009
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A soul may tally to the stars
Like a badge of victory honour
But who will know of the wounds
And wear its uniform of scares.
Who will feel the icy lick of blood?
That pours forth a sucking flesh
The lust the greed the envy of desire
That makes us sinners blessed.
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