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Jesus (Free verse) by Dovina (Reflections After Reading The New Testament)
At the moment of death
He had no doubt,
âIt is finishedâ
Poem complete.
His supporters,
Poem in hand,
Twisted words,
Jumbled letters,
Canonized, dogmatized.
Until those letters spell evil
As clearly as good,
While He remains
The righteous King.
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