Peace
A Pindaric Ode Poem
Published in
Jan 20, 2022
Peace
On thy lips, fruit of the vine
shall evoke a taste of shame
Martyred bloodshed cup of wine
invisible in His name.
Thy wrath befell upon the sight
Of devils chance to winged flight
Yet we
Shall see
Lion and lamb, lie down with thee.
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