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Mary, Go Tell My Children I Am Here

Ever trying to crawl aneath one's flesh ? Nothing better as doing, perhaps
Arriving at this reason's door; bittersweet the wine while her heavens, they gaze
Surreal she seems science fiction be it real, or imagined what is truth are You, a King ?
Telepathic, physical phenomena: we have longed centuries now fulfilled afore your hearts
Everlasting's love while his atheist celebrates another victory ? Clairvoyant civil liberties seperation's
Picturesque piccadilly revelations such fascination closing, wisdom's windows ? Cherubs, kissing babies....
Resurrection's, His kingdom shall be an eternal kingdom the message, beyound all else this grave: God, Is Love.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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