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Sacrament (Free verse) by Dovina

On the night she was betrayed She took bread and broke it And said, this is my body Broken by you. And after pouring wine She said, this is my blood Spilled for the remission Of your guilt. As often as she does this She does it In remembrance of him.

electroman1979 15-Jul-04/5:40 PM
what kind of sick poetry is this?




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