Blind but then I could see

On this holy Easter, resist the temptations rights, over yonder he seeith Moses. Cast stones across his back, blood pouruth, weep alone in desert, cry again to him, lost leaves drink over manure. Troubled ghostly fable that the Lord has risen in him too lies beauty.

In this study, I covered my body with olive oil, I am assuming it has a biblical significance. Who was this Jesus? Where is his heart? Over time he saw himself as Lord, Father of the Hebrews until love conquered eternal memory

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