The book speaks of one in the sky
Always been and always will be
Watching seasons passing by
Gentle mercy not to flee.
Birth and death his gift have been
Life born from his own blood
Victory over evil he wins
Blind healed with mud.
This is not the end
He's coming back again
His enemy to his friend
Chose death or join his regimen.
Can you guess who the poem is referring to?
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Poetry By Silver Bunny
PoetryWhenever I feel inspired, I'll write here. Just an outlet for me to let you in on.
