A crunch of fruit,

 and Death slipped his hands 

around God’s masterpiece 

and squeezed,

pressing the life out 

nice and slow. 

Every child delivered, 

he caught 

by the throat. 

Some, he strangled 

straightaway.

Others, he dragged gasping

across the rugged terrain of years

to the graveyard.

No one escaped

his grasp. 

Not even God. 

Death crushed Him easy, 

as easy as any other man,

and buried Him,

three days under. 

For Death, 

the shock came at dawn

when his wrists cracked,

and from his limp fingers,

Christ stepped out,

ALIVE. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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