There is life in the blood

Venules of veins interwoven thru threads 
Trickling tangled tresses in directional shreds
Oozing vivacity vigour and verve 
A fortitude of stamina to strengthen a nerve
Continuum of capillaries curving and curled
running wet blood vessels
twisted and twirled

Masses of modules entombed within
Undoubtedly and naturally covered in skin
Streaks amidst seams of bright red blood dribbling and dripping but never a flood
Our life and existence one’s endurance of survival
An essential commodity to recover a revival

So as God’s loving creatures we have a warmth of liquefy
Alas when the claret juice dries up we will shrivel and die
As sure as the sun will rise in the early morning pure blood shall charge a new creation and another soul is dawning
That birthright of descent from our parentage pedigree is the bloodline in one’s body to be flowing healthily