Posted on 31 July, 2017
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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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Bones are that which keeps you here
Turn to dust and your soul will yield
Forgive this old fool
For the mistakes he’ve made
Leave me be and let the past fade
Fire rained over our heads
fume from the rocks seethed out of the ocean
Everything is quiet now
Except the gulls who shrieked and shuffled happily
Their meals now properly boiled
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