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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

tadpole 23-Mar-05/7:00 PM
love the topic but I've seen your other poems and I bet you could make it flow a lot better




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