I Do Not Deserve It

By Andrew R. Duckworth

There was a dark, glistening liquid
Traversing down the stones
Coming from an innocent man
Who committed no crime at all.
And as that blood drew closer
It began to flow and glow
As if a living thing,
Seeking out whoever would partake,
Seeking out the broken souls,
Seeking out the guilty.
And I partook of that cup eternal
And have been a free man ever since.

I have been a free man ever since,
Although I do not deserve it.