Redemption
Dressed as lay
Errings round us
Silently haunting
Are our actions.
Thus bemused and
Afraid we run to
Salvation but
No baptism.
What we did
What we err
Must shape usĀ
That is the creed
But must it
Jack kills too and yet
He is our hero
For jack slayed
John the tyrant
And so must we
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A well written, precise poem
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