He roar, a lion of the tribe of judah,
He tears his prey apart teeth-free.
A lamb, lion and rock that hails from judea,
Intentionally, he encompasses great mystery.
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Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Im short of words. The only thing i will say is this: keep the fire burning
Come! , oh to me, Ancient of days. Relieve my reins with thy kind justice. Occupy my soul with the beauty inscribe in your face. That honour may delight to tarry in my office. very good poem my dear young poet. tony