balladeer of moons
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They Shall Look On Him That They Pierced
They Shall Look On Him That They Pierced
They shall look on Him that they pierced;
The dust shall drink deep the blood of the thief
And the good Lamb of purgatorial communion,
Dragging a necklace of monarch's teeth.
They shall kneel to Him that they perjured
And the twilight shall walk in a white gown.
They will not keep the Christ in His tomb
When larkspur and violets rain down.
Call this Friday good and call it better still,
For one of these Fridays the child that I am
Will study war no more, knives will build plows
And the lion will sleep near the lamb.
They shall look on Him that they pierced;
The dust shall drink deep the blood of the thief
And the good Lamb of purgatorial communion,
Dragging a necklace of monarch's teeth.
They shall kneel to Him that they perjured
And the twilight shall walk in a white gown.
They will not keep the Christ in His tomb
When larkspur and violets rain down.
Call this Friday good and call it better still,
For one of these Fridays the child that I am
Will study war no more, knives will build plows
And the lion will sleep near the lamb.