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[sid] => 121685
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Jesus Reaps
[time] => 2006-06-12 21:47:00
[hometext] => No offence is meant in this poem.
[bodytext] => Hold this knife to my trembling wrist. Bleed my sorrows into the abyss. Lift my head and ease my pain. As my blood is washed away in the rain. You whispered we are in the storms eye now, And we must take a final bow. My eyes grew weary as the rain renewed Laughing at thoughts of gore imbued. In a flash of light my world will end Showing me Jesus cut his wrist for our sin. He spoke, I died once but man didn't stop, Sin became their most harvested crop. It is a seed they sew that I am forced to reap So body and soul the devil can keep. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 11 [informant] => Faust [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChristianPoetry )
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