A sea of blood was everywhere,
But no one seemed to care,
I know,
Because I was there.
.
A peaceful river of blood,
That’s really what it was,
Though everyone,
Was making a fuss,
I knew its purpose,
And so didn’t act thus.
.
As the Father,
I could have cried,
But why would I?
After all,
Wasn’t it I,
Who needed Him to die?
.
This was His purpose,
So mankind could come out victorious,
When they throw His name,
Like a forceful flame.
.
And so He was slain,
And in a fancy tomb lain,
Until Sunday, anyway,
When He up and walked away.
.
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And a father was never so proud,
The first Adam,
May have brought the curse into creation,
But the second Adam,
Brought it to cessation.
.
Know when you take your last breath,
You can brush past Death,
The option is there,
To never die,
But rather arrange another home,
In the sky.
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