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Begotten Son--Precursor

And lo He stood there upon the shattered rock His arms stretched far and wide to guide his sacred flock The men and women all looked to him for kinship and he returned to them unshakable friendship He led them through fire and hail he brought them freedom and prevailed Things were as they should be Then darkened was the cloud casting the free world under shroud Freedom spoils on wicked tongues and martyrs are flayed upon raised rungs Peace does not last for wicked men who revel in impure sin and things changed for the land The noble man who had delivered them was dragged down beneath the rim of his golden throne to be beaten and stoned his deeds were forgotten by many though he begged for mercy he did not receive any Once a king and now a fiend the father of Peace became the son of War

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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