the last supperA Poem by MarshallBreak bread as wood set the table in symmetry serve wine in decanters sit, pray eat to remember the ark of the covenant kingdoms in biblical times unscathed testimonies time tested rituals follow through to eternity forty days of flooded alcoholic nights blind stupor fall in love die slowly. is there a kingdom waiting? Not sure yet. © . All rights reserved, 3 days ago© 2014 Marshall |
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