zenith
Youth of Zion
Come, and let us forge your armor, and let us wear it together, we will be ready in that last war.
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Post by zenith on Dec 20, 2009 18:07:49 GMT -5
A poem I wrote in May.
Atonement
Death of a Martyr, saddest of deaths. To die for our sins, to save us. I will meet my Martyr one day. Bless his soul, To the one who needs not repent. Atoning for me, but I must atone again, forever. Drip. Drip. Drip. That is the sound of his ruby red blood. Blood of Royalty. Blood of a King. Blood of my brother. Drained was the Martyr, Martyr of all, Saving us from our First-Parents Fall.
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Post by ldsgirl Aka Sayari on Dec 20, 2009 22:50:21 GMT -5
A poem I wrote in May. Atonement Death of a Martyr, saddest of deaths. To die for our sins, to save us. I will meet my Martyr one day. Bless his soul, To the one who needs not repent. Atoning for me, but I must atone again, forever. Drip. Drip. Drip. That is the sound of his ruby red blood. Blood of Royalty. Blood of a King. Blood of my brother. Drained was the Martyr, Martyr of all, Saving us from our First-Parents Fall. Thank you for sharing!
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Post by Sayari's other half on Dec 22, 2009 12:25:46 GMT -5
Thank you Zenith! ^_^ that was very nice
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Post by Remove on Dec 22, 2009 16:37:18 GMT -5
love the ruby red and drips
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