Dialysis Unit

There is a machine in that place

That takes your blood and makes it clean

It sets your chemicals to rights

Then puts them back inside of you

And you are well again, a while.

 

But if you don’t return

In three days you will die.

 

And that is how we do things here.

We push our poisons back until

They grow too thick and strong and

For the machine to save us from

And we die as our fathers did.

 

There is another way

But it is hard to want.

 

To let the Lamb that was slain

Lay down with us in our deathbed

To open our veins, and His own

And loose His red and living roar

Down the empty halls of our hearts.


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