The Last Supper | Love Poems

The Last Supper

In the table of the Last Supper

will sit just will not invite anyone …
And so, will wait for silence.
No, the twelve disciples of Christ not felt the love!
twelve remaining
fraud in the same table,
dine and enjoy
their fraud
and the unknown
even centuries,
even millennia,
as day …
By their mercy, I’m afraid!
And, just quietly, wait!
No, the years of my life,
will not want the parent,
enough I was tired of life,
I do not want to and at the Last Supper,
seek the truth!

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