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Passion's Play D E F V A O T L I so do H E beseech and E B cry o! ; why R, am I the manna - teach what? A repeated message AM in I! Shoulders overlapped on timbered oak dry, wearied by dusk and twilight’s sweet mourning, purple stained palms dripping dampered dawning, witness, I, to Holy obedience; sublimated by natural cadence, metered deftly by Divine assembly, orchestrated so high note is trembly. Drawn to others, gelatinous my G@d soul, reflective of Above’s diamond/coal, crushed by suffering unneccessary, where Man’s suffering blights humanity by indifference to living matters. Dear God, my God, why this that so batters spirit that but the noble survive? “My son, My son, I suffer not alive while high in repose so worry do I, and tearful are the angels as they cry for every feeling being dated like Man because of such passion painted in tan.” |
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For clarification, this poem starts with "BELOVED FATHER" in the halo and then is read line by line, beginning
with "I so do beseech and cry "O!", why am I the manna - teach what? A repeated message AM in I!".
Bob
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