Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Sacrificed #402
Sacrificed Sacrificed, our God, the Christ, gave upon the tree our Daily Bread, the blood that bled in flesh, that shed and shed in red that we be fed and not be dead, but live, instead to breathe, to sneeze, to eat, to teethe upon the seed that grows and grows wherein, indeed we'll find it's truly spread upon our flower beds blooming recompense for all that's deemed His Sacrificed. |
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Sacrificed #402
Sacrificed #402