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The Last Supper

The last supper to be eatin with his wine
The last loving words to be shared over and dined
He walks strong forever never forgotten with time
Denying the master of deception, the speaker of lies
A mysterious figure in tangled in darkness and vines
Bostful and misleading who would speak with lost mind
Before Thee who hangs over head with arms opened up wide
The crucifix his symbol infixed in our minds forever divined
His last supper incrypted scrypted intwined.
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Jared Thomas More than 1 year ago
Something to lift the spirit simply, no challenge you face be to great to face.
Ofuonyebi 'Dinobi More than 1 year ago
The poem is about the last super of the Lord to the world With a command to keep doing same in His remembrance
mahsa sh More than 1 year ago
nice
Alan Green 'Guppyman' More than 1 year ago
the poet tells of thier love for all that is all of thier chosen faith
Jared Thomas More than 1 year ago
Very seldom will I write of religion, but when I do, I want a certain remnants and beauty. Thanks for the input.
S Teekay More than 1 year ago
beautiful
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