Wearing a Tuxedo

They were raging the country side
Just like the great hill we climb
The tuxedo went on for the many
The gentlemen came out
Taking off their bow tie
And letting loose with a bottle of wine
To cheer the good life
Without blood
Blood seeped through the pink matter 
Of her brain keeping her alive
But it was not for them to eat
She ate of the communion
For the nail had gone through her hand too
Lighting up the way along the sideways walk
To the good afterlife
God was there with his tuxedo on also
Welcoming in those who did not rage in the ravage way
Against the countryside of Purple Hearts
Who were they!
And blue bells
We do not want torment
We want equanimity on our mind
We will never see it
Until one day we will
Wear it, you blackish gentlemen
Dismiss your desires
For a journey of righteousness
Instead of vampirism
Not snatching souls
But abating the storm.