It Was Writ Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

It Was Writ



It was writ
That things will come to this
And they have come
Decades I suffered
Now
The Apex of the Golgotha be reached
I suffer so much more
Than that I suffered
Sickness be distilled
And
Age be distilled
And all.

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