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Zywa
Poems
Mar 2021
The Liberator
The winter is over, the men want action
like rams without ewes and without a shepherd
By the fishing lake, I promise to be their king
It takes a fortune, rows of carts
bring bread and fish every day
the campaign begins, we march
through the outer regions
On the Mount of Anointment near the capital
we camp under the olive trees
The saint pours a golden crown of oil
over my head, it is my best birthday
I address the men: It is near!
And my enemies, who do not want me
bring them here and slay them before me!
Jesus = โJHWH is rescueโ
Mark 3-14, Luke 19:27-28
Collection โFrom Sacred Scripturesโ
#violence
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