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Red Heifers
Their squalid death to purify,
on Olives Mount a bridge to God.
Then cedar wood and herbs burnt dry
to raise a Kingdom not forgot.
And in that ritualistic spell
the Kohen taints his cleansing soul,
that he is now unbound for hell
unless the cycle onward roll.
For future joy why all this death
where toil and dark abound?
Why not the warmth of living brea...
Tuesday 11th June 2024 3:10 pm
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