Let the sky rain red ribbons of rhesus on my retrospection,

It's only in this torrent of blood I'm positive,

Let the jubilant defend their joy in Jesus's resurrection,

It pleases me to see the pleasure that it gives,

Wash away the negatives oh plasma of the skies,

With the A and B of your sweet H2O,

Let your platelets mingle with the salt in my eyes,

Let your pressure rise with mine that we both may know,

And as I'm awash with the blood of the skies,

Let it cleanse me of the sorrow stained upon my skin,

Let it wash away all pretence and well meant lies,

Let it cleanse me at the surface and nourish me within.