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- to sing joyful songs hid in sorrow brief. He 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 in all generations celebrate