Edward Kofi Louis
Lucre - Poem by Edward Kofi Louis
And like the annulment of the weak and the unprofitable;
But it is appointed for mankind to ones die,
Then will the judgement be according to the Creator's own time.
Water, scarlet, wool and hyssop;
The blood of the goats and the calves are now poured on the ground,
But i am like the great shepherd of the sheep around you.
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