The Water

The water of life
keeps on purifying
Could be God sent
Could be part of God we all should worship
There are those blood
fed on other blood
into the river of mud and dust
But snow somewhere keeps on feeding
continue the renew ritual of purifying
The second the process stops
the second the lives will stop
Don't just ask questions
that could never be answered
we leave those for the river
to run through our hearts