An apple, an ankle
They fester and rankle
A balm is prepared
The shoulders are bared
The field of the potter
the lamb for the slaughter
A heart in two pieces
Darkness increases
The crack of a whip
A stumble, a slip
The flesh and the thorn
A hope yet unborn
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The spirit releases
To flaming increases
A great conflagration
The birth of a nation
Ascent to the throne
He gathers his own
And draws out the rot
Beyond sight or thought
And treats the disease
And heals by degrees
The grave is amended
A glory intended.
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