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The Election

I am thinking today of an election
Far above and way beyond my imagination
Of kings and shepherds, murderers and lepers
Even betrayers and cowards
Like me some waywards

Arrayed in glorious garb; robed in royal splendour
All of us- The King and the coward,
The Shepherd and the wayward
Feasting at a table brimming with grace
We - betrayers, murderers, cowards find our place

Come, be drunk of the Mercy
No shame, no guilt but pardon aplenty
Inebriate, never forget
Speculations answered in love so raw and rare.

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