A Chance (and Hope) For All
The cow died
When the rooster crowed
All the seeds were planted
All the crops sowed;
No more land of milk and honey
No more selling forgiveness
For the proper money,
The Rose bloomed
With singular salvation
Upon the sunrise
That alit all creation.
Peter cried-
Judas died,
May both by God
Find forgiveness,
In a Land
Far, far away
From mankinds mortal mess...
For, I have been with them both,
In my own way;
As I wander and look just as much
For that perfect place,
And that perfect day.
- The hope of us all
Standing here with our backs to the wall,
Just may be
Held in the scarred hands of Eternity.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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