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Crosses of Golgotha, three across -
One on the left with his beastly horns,
delivering malignance with acid-tongue;
forked and melting in Abaddons pyre,
smitten at his ultimate consequence
for spurning the Tongue of the Dove.
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Crosses of Golgotha, three across -
One on the right, lamenting his sins
purging with rue and new Faith!
Asking for penance, hope, redemption;
forgiveness be offered as darkness approached -
and for that.... he'll forever find Light.
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Crosses of Golgotha, three across -
The One in the middle, A Son praying,
for He had fulfilled His Fathers need,
had no thing to prove, no rue nor sin,
consoling His Mother as Good Son's do,
And because so, our souls will never die.
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