And so it all began,
The story of his resurrection,
He was not buried in sand,
He was buried in isolation,
After the crucification.
We were immersed in desolation,
At the thought of his coming expiration,
Not knowing there was a solution,
To the impending desolation.

Till today, I have to rejoice!
The tomb is empty!
My face is no longer moist!
But everywhere is scanty.

That’s the problem,
We are battling a maybe curse,
Is it from them? Who?
The Jews that started this cause.
Of killing a just man.

But the empty tomb gives us hope,
The news of his resurrection, gladdens our hearts,
Finally the curse would be roped.
Into an unending part.

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