Category : Poems

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She is a wind 
A wind of death
Ready to devour the rightful heir to the throne

He was hidden for six years 
Away from the wild wind of death
And Ripe to ascend his throne
Under the watchful eyes of God.

Long live the king 
Was the goodnews
His enemy heard of
And as a wild wind of death
She was destroyed by death itself.


2nd kings 11 vs 1 to 16