Behold the man! Who is the savior
He come from the mountain of god
Carrying twelve jug of liquor
For he would cure with goodwood
A pint of wine in chalice he said
Together with this blessed wood
And generosity of white sage
Mixed well with prayer of god
Behold the man! Who treats the pleague
Pestilence would gone in no time he said
Sharing his cure-for-all drink with the folks
For a meager ten gold coin per chalice
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Nothing is Written : a poem collection
PoetryPoetry is a form of literature everyone know about, it is one of many ways to pour out our thoughts on the media literature. this poetry collection is my side work during my empty time, created out of necessity to pour out my heart and mind into a c...
