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Epic
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Two thousand Abib nights of Passover hope reviving
seems like it was only yesterday
The eclipse empire years,
once darkly spread
across the celestial canopy,
have faded into post-mortem obscurity
Beyond the cursed time,
when the fallen stars
guided us to the grave unfaithfully
Permanent death of the fear of death
went Calvary terminal,
on the blessed day after tomorrow —
The day the Son truly quicken arose
was so Resurrection beautiful
That radiant, first moment of forever
had such a third day glow
Eternal dawn of the Son
now shines seraphim brightly in our hearts
Can’t wait
for the first day of forever
to Second Coming start
Gladly witness the Son
melt away all the frozen tomb
tears of sorrow
Presently,
waiting to see
the day after tomorrow
To radiantly bask forever
in the third day glow
will be so Resurrection beautiful
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Narrative
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Many moons ago,
a languishing lamentation flow
carved a grievous path
in the red soil
Defying moral gravity,
downtrodden fallow weeps
flowed upward to the heavens
With river Nile ease
Native American Exodus
wasn’t done willingly
Oh, how the Five Nations
were saber led forcibly!
Time traveling eyes
need not ask why
Oh, why does the Crow cry?
Ask rather,
why did the crimson-winged Eagle
tell a bald-faced lie?
Many blood moons ago,
there was an Abib scarlet woe flow
Rapid gushes
making a slow, sorrowful path
Towards barren adobe Reservations
Defying logic gravity,
nether voices
offered an uprooted exchange
Trade Choctaw fertile land
(whereupon Creek footfall doth Seminole stand)
for Chickasaw burial sand
Miry ground
to baleful irrigation
live sadly on
Trail of Tears Exodus
was a lamentation overflow undertaking
Oh, how the Five Nations
were talon misled horridly!
Perpetual Cherokee tears
for the living dead is levee heartbreaking
Posterity passenger eyes
need not ask why
Oh, why does the Crow cry?
Ask rather,
why did the granite-hearted Eagle
let so many weary souls die?
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