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Epitaph on Jesus

Passed so many centuries, As pass the clouds in the skies. Today in many a State If you e'er inhabited, Of crimes you'd be suspected Of threatening suckers at State, And saving souls on ships wrecked. Hear not a Christian dreamer! Better stay with your Father, And mourns no more your Mother. It will always be better To see Holy Sepulcher, Blessing for a believer, Than a house of your beater. Excerpt of "Gallows Bird in Heaven" http://www.amazon.com/Gallows-Bird-in-Heaven-ebook/dp/B005JKMW66/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie;=UTF8&qid;=1361539857&sr;=1-2 Author notes
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mukeshimana-boniface
Rwandan
Published
Jun 3, 2013
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