Poetry

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The table was set
It was long and set for 12 plus 1
The players each took their place
The players the ancients of of the ages
New but old a devirse group

All sat and reclined as was fitting
The bread was broke and blessed
The bread was then ate
The wine was poured
Then drank
The blood flowed

Those that are His are all gathered
behind Him in the spirit not the flesh
We are one in Him

The evil left the table
Then it was time
For the battle to be won

The battle was won
The body battered
The blood flowed, covering us

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