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Challenge response-

Latest news: Mel writes more random religous poetry.

This is not my best poem, but it fulfills the challenge. *sigh*

Alpha
The first
Mystery
The Origin
Creator of All
But, crushed, His blood poured out
Shed for our infirmity.
Along the narrow streets
Death loses the prize
We kneel, search for
He, our dawn
and also
Omega

2 comments:

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2nd Cup of Coffee said...

I just happened upon this site, and I really, really like this poem.