Final Gesture - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
JESUS and all his friends, baptize
the lost and then, gives them the
keys to a brand new home,
judus is in the back, counting the
cold blooded cash, then throws it
all on the ground.
THE devel stands up and laughs, at
all this blooted crap, looks like i did it,
he yells, now its time to move on.
MARY is all alone, wishing to go with
him, but, the big GOD, needs her here.
AND the skies open up with rain,
and jesus cries in pain, is the
the ending, or the beginning of
a brave beatiful world.
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