They are already making preparations
In the old ancient town for crucifixion
Already the light bulbs no longer dim.
But though there be more light
The back ground is deep black
Where sadness made her shrine so long ago.
Already the Passion, Crucifixion.
Resurrection then that too must be of us
Humans, in the Immortality work of mine.
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