Theme: Irony

Christ and Blake

There is a mangy tiger,
Said by Blake,
Yes there are many more
They are multiplying actually,
Every day I face them...
Seeking for my flesh and blood,

Christ once taught us
To sacrifice his flesh and blood,
Every day we become the meat of sacrifice
Being eaten by these jungle beasts
No Christ can come neither he can born again;
So many tigers are waiting,
To eat our flesh and blood.
Salvation is a lost word now.


More By  :  Rinki Gomes

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Comment Humm...wonderful

20-May-2014 02:32 AM

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