It could be said time was dead
when God’s judgement came to head
Life is fragile like a whisker
that can be snipped with a scissor’s censure
Light speaks volumes when it’s dark
The count of corpses and the mark
of a raven’s beak, a dove’s bloodied claw
And all the wounds of humanity, that are raw
They said Noah was saviour, even that he was God
An act is lightning in a sky that is broad
The famished thinks, and it can be understood
when he makes God of the Samaritan with the food
They clutched at the deck in files of two
with all the flock and assorted crew
When survival multiplies sin, did they rue
that salvation is a prize only for a few?
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