Analysis of Bloody Strings

Open disaster,
Melodies transform,
Transformer ways,
Blood,
Guilt that betrays.
Thirsty for purity,
Purity that stays.

I praise,
I pray
And it sprays,
The fountain
Of heaven’s youth,
God sent.

Tiger claws
Mark the Devil’s
Snarls.
Pearls mark
My wiles.
Melodies spray
And transform
Vile eyes
Bloody as a storm.
Marks my days,
Etches my betrays.

A pattern
Of soft light.
Rays of
Open days
Closes on open
Disaster.
Seals like
White plaster.
To God,
He is my master.

I transform from
A violin with bloody
Strings
To a harp with
Lovely wings.
I sing hallelujah!
I find purity
And immortality.
Free from the
Tiger’s snare.
From the Devil’s
Strings I’m free,
Jesus and me.