A salted Cheek,
A mothers cry...
It seems that we,
are born to die.
Yet a servant died,
to us redeem.
A vain burst heart,
or so it seemed.
three crosses there,
atop a skull.
Yet only one...
will make you whole.
(chose you this day)
(whom YOU)
(will serve)
Reason for writing:
My boss is a jewish carpenter. ;o)
Birth sign: Aquarius
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