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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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A sacred Christian mystery, Written in ancient history, In not so anonymous letters, Death, the Godly wage for debtors. Payments of martyred blood must spill, A sacrificial lamb we'd kill. 'Til given One Soul so pure, His blood would be creations cure. When Mary, bringing sweet perfume, Found inside an empty tomb, Where the Savior had been laid, Our debts could now be fully paid. The world remains wholly depraved, From wrath deserved we can be saved, Accept His pardon of your crime, He'll return at any time. Then will killers, fools, and thieves, Fade away like falling leaves. Then like trash, the devil will burn. But no one knows the Lord's return. 20 Lines
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