We Are Legion
A man might have immortal life and wander
for all the generations of man till reaching the edge of doomsday
let me find harbour to see again with longing the lives of those who grow old and die
Of those who die
You who have the gift of life
you who have the gift of love
by Gods grace grant me the best of all gifts
the gift of a merciful death
(And forthwith Jesus gave us leave to possess a herd of pigs
our unclean spirits went out and entered into the swine
we as a herd ran violently down a steep place into the sea
we were there about two thousand
and were choked in the sea)
Copyright © Nigel Fox | Year Posted 2013
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