With the walls of Jerusalem to border his
boundless mind, no tresspassing for those of
little or no faith...or none at all
Joshua walked those very grounds,
holy grounds, on sandals that
exposed such unfettered means of
deliverance, as the open sky
hung, mercilessly, over Jerusalem,
borderless, yet bounded by sin
Joshua's eyes had, thu far, captured all, from
Golgotha to those very gates of
paradise, his eyes ripping apart
blue skies, reaping its hidden paradise
Joshua could hear the voice of
Caiaphas, as well, his
thirst for vengeance dripping,
dropping, drooping,
hanging lifeless, no mercy for
those who believed
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