Poetic-Verses
THE STORY OF THE CROSS
The war of wars did start;
Fire across the streets:
The war of blames and gimmicks.
Meanwhile, God Himself sat,
And uttered not a word.
The creature could not spare;
He went round all the earth,
And in ripe jealousy,
To spoil all God did make.
‘Twas on this episode,
God carved a unique tree,
And cast it to the earth.
It wasn't clear to him;
his toils had just begun;
The maneuverer sped,
And nailed God's son on it.
It was a war of wits;
his senses could not bear;
The Creator's fallen snake,
Was faltered to the end.
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THE STORY OF THE CROSS
THE STORY OF THE CROSS