The (Sol) Pureblood

[Heth "Ink" Lee]

The blood that's red.

A Christ that bleeds, and pulls ahead.

The Word of the Most High, what's said.

Alchemy like gold from led.

Skin that's shed, an Eagle that's fed.

Mark the spot, the Martian sleeps easy, like bed.

Born again, like dead. 

To grow up from a "Kid."

The opposite is Syd.

Sols we look to bid.