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COME FORTH
COME FORTH
Call Master! Swollen eyes prove disbelief
The eerie aura of cruel silent grave
In titanic fence for cadaver’s save
Why us? They thought the night-rider’s the thief
Covert – the Victor cogitated this grief
To glory in Laz’rus – who’s a death’s slave
Peace and tiff his kith and kin rather crave
And sing joyful songs hid in sorrow brief
Him titled resurrect in caliber
Rolled stone; undress the dead for longing mate
Come forth! Come forth!! Comforts the Comforter
A rebirth from sleep – faces titivate
Acquaintances wine and dine in wonder
Saints from all generations celebrate
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