Our regained hope was re-lost days before

Damnation was the plan from the onset?

We try to hope on hopes dashed to their core

Strength failing. Mind doubting. Before us – death.

He was our last hope, according to the books

The prophecies read He was the liberator –

The knight that smote the hand of the oppressor

Didn’t we watch Him die beside common crooks?

He died. Yes, He died. There’s no argument. He died.

What more is there to death but an end?

His body lies in the tomb. Can we pretend?

But He would rise again. What if He lied?

What is Faith without Easter?

A hopeless longing for a ray of sunshine

A waste. A lie. A defeat. Our biggest disaster.

The cup of blood had failed and death our sacred wine.

But He arose! He arose!!

We sing from within our bones.

How death could bring an end to death.

We could never know.

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