Version six
of a crucifix,
sacred sand
in a just washed hand.
Words were claimed,
the unnamed was named.
Truth became law
and law became old.
Jerusalem,
houses on sand.
No-one ever owned
one grain of sand.
God arrived
in a four-wheel-drive.
"Oh, father, see,
I won the lotery!"
People stink
it's their egos I think,
but I love that smell
and I know it well.
Jerusalem,
houses on sand.
No-one ever owned
one grain of sand.
Version seven
of a promised heaven,
sacred sand
in a just washed hand.
Is it yours?
pepé: lettermenger.
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