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Posted on 31 July, 2017 by Stamphers
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Stand tall
Your hand is just
Burry that hatchet
into the temple crust
Let the blood course
over the sinners body
God will forgive you
if you his son embody
© Christopher Stamfors
Category: PoetryTags: amwriting, blood, faith, Poem, Poetry, sinner
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