Mingled in blood

[Grace]

The lions are out for flesh.

Outside, the crowds stare.

And, in a moment's glare,

Everything is mingled in blood.


Small head outside a tunnel.

Outside, the doctors labor,

Woman finds God's favor.

Everything is mingled in blood.


Chains falling on the sand,

Dark together, hand in hand.

And, in a moment, the whip.

Everything is mingled in blood.


Flowing down rosy cheeks,

People come and they peek.

The Fair Lady, She cries.

Everything is mingled in blood.


Everything is mingled in blood.

Everything He saw, in torment.

O, how cruel, was the moment.

Everything is mingled in blood.


Whip! And He cried.

Tears of blood He cried.

Hi. I agree that the last line "Tears of blood he cried", has more impact if the line before it is omitted.  That would mean everything he saw (in the poem) is mingled in the tears of blood He cried.