Easter Sunday Blue

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My father was not born an orphan

And now the state agrees

Absent. He is a holy mystery, to me.


The massacre of the Innocents

Children celebrating Easter blown into pink dust.

In the name of God.

The words of the prophet are perfect and deep

You sow as you reap

You sow as you reap.

The unholy priest

With the holy words

◄ Gethsemane

Heaven ►


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