Blood of My Soul

My finger was cut and I saw my blood dripping into a pool
I knew my blood was real, no more a mystery
I was warned, told to be careful, but how was I to know?
Blood was just a word painted red in my head
I did not believe the truth I could not see
But now I know and I know seeing is not believing
Seeing imparted knowledge of the red liquid flowing within me

My flesh was opened by a lightning bolt one bright and sunny day
But only one tiny drop of red blood seeped out
Still there was a pool of light gathering beside my wound
As the thunder rumbled I heard a voice roar
I did not believe the story that he told me
In a language I'd never heard yet knew every word
In sight and sound Imparting knowledge of the light glowing within me

Then I touched the light and saw everything in Heaven and in Hell
I saw a book without my name and hung my head in shame
The voice spoke again saying faith spilled from my broken soul
Then there was pain unlike any ever felt
Wanting to vomit the remnants of my essence
I want o believe, to forget all I've come to know
To not remember the face of God when he spat upon my soul