Monday, December 5, 2016

Genesis Valentine

On the tree of the knowledge
Of good and evil hung
The tortured body of their son
One hand nailed by evil
The other nailed by good
As on the tree of freedom
Hung the body of love
Among thieves and angels
No one below
No one above
There in the mud
Or walking on the water
A sudden gush of blood
And it was over
Except forever after

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