The Last Supper Poem by George Samuel

The Last Supper

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The coldness crack a glow'
And oh no one loves the low;
So quiet you can hear your heart speak'
As little sounds speak;
Lifting deadlocks of dreams '
Hear the darkness scream;
So loud like a tyrant king '
Watching the owls like a team of fine orchestra sing;
Making reference to the living now lying dead '
Taking a break from mortal bread;
The last supper and meal '
Made in silence.

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