Fufilled

A thief released at

The crowds ruthless roar,

Stripped and scourged

And still the veil tore.

 

A woman’s love

Cleansed his face.

The Savior fell and

A world filled in grace.

 

Naked and crowned

Mocked and anguished,

Fufillment cried out

It is Finished.

 

Blood-water spilt onto

Souls of filth

Mingled, mixed and moved.

Souls Cleansed all of guilt.

 

For a prophet foretold,

“Many will Rise

And many Will Fall.”

It will be done.

To rise life must die.

 

 

 

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