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the victory (Free verse) by oneglove
this knotted tree
once flowered and green
now cut down and cut up
then whitled into boards
lashed together
and raised up high
a pillar of anguish
a monument of pain
but this instrument of death
has brought me life
and its crimson stains
wash white as snow
though mourners wail
and don black veils
i weep with joy
for my Christ has conquered the grave
a tree delivered me over to hades
now a tree has released me from my bondage
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