A Conversation At Patmos
While the slaves worked the
field and prayed the days of labor were
coming to a halt; from good ole caeser
who ruled with an iron hand.
Nights of silence was like spring and
the mornings torment.
During work a roman soldier passed
with a bucket of water and a sponge
to drink it down
John was just dicussing the subject
of compassion, and how Christ taught
about love and unity.
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