Out of the House of Bondage
wandering in the wilderness
unleavened bread in a haste
blood of slaughtered lamb on
the windows they will pass over
magic rituals demons fight
black leather boxes ,scrolls of par
chments, knotted fringes on the corn-
ers of garments ,redemption of first born
few silver coins ,out of the house
of bondage she cried on my shoulders
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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