ZION
We're marching to a land we don't know
We just know we have to get there
We don't know routes, we don't know paths
We must move by our hearts
The King said one fruit to a pot
Or one word to a dot.
Of one sin's to a hot, flaming furnace
Then let it be known to a judge, heaven too can burn
But would it then be hell if it still has God
The reason for a blood drenched crucifix
By (Nana Kobina Ghanaba)GrassCutter® Poetry 2016©
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