The Ark

Strike the iron and split creations seed,

with force and power that divides, build the

ship that will herald the breath of promise.

 ———–

Hammer the nails without restraint, drive them

home, tear into ancient veins wrought by time,

join each worked piece into redemption’s frame.

———-

Silent falls the beating rain, drops of wrath

drip down as divine grief greets mankind, in

a gradual dance of agony and pain.

———-

Tainted flesh is swept away engulfed, in

a stream of judgment, the heart of anguish

slowly bleeds, mercy poured out from heaven.

———-

Crucify the plan with hate and lies, nail

his bruised and bleeding body to the tree

made with sweat into the shape of a cross.

 ———

Hung in contempt and polluted with sin,

a harvest of pain hidden within flesh,

drowning in a flood of eternal wrath.

 ———-

The eradication of sins stain, the

final nail driven into a willing soul,

to defeat all that malice held sacred.

———-

Rescued from the poured out anger, granted

life where once was death, a triumph of the

grace given to the undeserving victim.

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