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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Unique Hi An Cest Or, Have you heard of the mediator? An Cest Or Of course, unique, He's the mender of techniques. Unique Did you realise, How the newness was finalised? An Cest Or The newness of the archaic: The cherished antithesis. Unique Yes you got it right!. He made it right. On the cross, He ended our gross. An Cest Or Have you ever wondered, In thoughts as a wanderer? His death and life are wonders. His ascension glazed with stumper. Unique Of course!! He's the mender of disrupts. our debt he paid. And in our stead he laid.. An Cest Or The mountains gaily quaked, Land roar, humane earthquake. The temple's veil laughed astray, As his breath to empyrean made way. Unique In awe,I wonder, What position the wanderer will be, For the fulfillment, of Genesis three, fifteen. An Cest Or What choice does nature toss the wanderer, If not to give thread to the mender, Dancing to the tune of the gimmick, As the messiah gulp the serpent's spleen? Unique The new life instilled. Was not worth being fulfilled.. After being given life, We still strike strife. In search for life, We gave up life. An Cest Or Yes, in quest of life, We take strife. Mending strife to life, And life to strife, Stupefying the coy, Corrupting the joy. Unique We gave death a say, And the wanderer display For no blood could pay, Nor put sin in bay. An Cest Or And then we make innocent death a foe, When Joy had been the foe. Unique We made lame the way. To him the day. The decision was made. To take not his say. An Cest Or Thorns we make for way, While we lead our joy astray. And lead the mavericks astray, Burdening their heart with obese luggage. Unique Indeed death was then the only way. To cover up our shame. An Cest Or Death being the way to life. To some, grandeur of eternal strife. Unique Would it had been possible, Without the sacrifice of the invisible? If death had known, That from his groan, He will be defeated, He wouldn't have accepted. An Cest Or But what choice choose his thoughts, Even if he wouldn't, he would by force. Now we can boast of the life we've gotten, From the son who only is begotten. Unique And a great peace within For we got the antidote to sin. An Cest Or And a great hope to nurse, Hope embedded with proves in its purse. Unique Life lives while life is left For those who embrace life in death. An Cest Or While those whose wiles worn hard, Betroths death in life, joy discards. Unique Now we've got no stress, For his blood was for no one else But for we who once transgressed. For our place he was dressed. An Cest Or But we who wait while working, Wait to await the dweller of empyrean. Unique The empyrean shall be abode. While all iniquity shall be to flame sold.. An Cest Or How bout the trained to fail, The pail of basket made, In whom the liquid travel in swift, Only to spill the swift.? Unique They shall surely wail For they've got not mail. An Cest Or And their voices trail, Like a ship on a sail. Unique They've got no say Cus they've gone Astray. An Cest Or Their legs being their foes, Their hearts couldn't say no. Unique I pray we shall meet, At his living feet. An Cest Or Where joy is, And we forever will. Unique It'll be a day of Joy, And of sadness to a goy. An Cest Or Before us would sit the sought, And the sought would do his sort: A fair guerdon to the fly-by-night, A walk to a haven with a smile. Unique And tears shall be wiped far afield. Death shall have no prey. An Cest Or While we shall be taken to the tree of life, Where all Judases shall like soot atrophy. Unique The weeds shall be made known. An harvest of what's sown. An Cest Or And the grains shall be thrown, Into the barn abutting his throne. Unique Surely the life he gave, Is what we should crave. An Cest Or Holding unto the reason of his birth, Casting all sins to the life of his death..... © Unique duet An Cest Or © 2019
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