Easter
The sun glazes slithery from the East,
And the acidic stomachs rumble for a feast,
The young eagerly wait for the bunny’s Easter presents,
As great ancient stories and sermons are baked by priests,
The elderly organize for a clandestine meeting,
Ostensibly to drink together from one pot while drooling,
This day will always be written in people’s hearts,
Not as a day of feast,
but as a day of good news,
That shook the whole of the already dying earth,
He was not there, he rose, life conquered death,
HAPPY EASTER.
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