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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.
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