

Painted CityThis city wears a crimson colorPainted City
Painted on by the martyrs brush
Sand descends into auburn crust
And stones hide their scarlet backs
For the persecuted have no crypt
But the city clasps all bones
As its earth soaks open wounds
And its sediment turned flesh
Now a martyr turns nomad
To succeed the painted city
Exiled by bloodshed and Pagan calumny
For each new found vestige is painted
If a city urchin trails
Now nomads pray for Davids star
Vast
Frozen
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