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Oct 2010
In the first two watches

of dark Gethsemane

while Y'shua prayed for us

His lamps went out

and so He roused them

Encouraged vigilance

Again they succumbed



On the third watch

He just let them sleep

and see them slumber still

snoring through the final watch...

the watch whose number

calls forth Meshiakh



Those who've come to take Him away

are at the gate

yet still the mammon mesmer

blisses on
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pcbzzzt
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