Life From The Dead

 

All that live feed on the dead
Something dies for you to live
If all live you can never thrive
When we savour we devour
Food comes from the not so good
Practice of killing-herbs expire
And animals to give us a new lease
If the sustenance of natural life
Comes from substitutionary death
Then why is the deadly idea rife
That our spiritual life depends
On a bloodless set of commandments
Religion without an atonement ‎ends
In a farce-like you can live on only oxygen
Man shall not live by bread alone-wheat dies
But the Word of God which became flesh
And died too in order that you may rise
To seize the prize of eternally sustained Life

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