It is Finished

It is Finished

Friday was heinous:
His body bled,
Thorns pierced his head,
His skin in shreds.
And then, “It is finished.”

Saturday was anxious:
Filled with affright–
Dark had killed Light–
And nothing was right
Because it was finished.

But Sunday was glorious:
Death had been hacked–
Life waged an attack,
Supreme comeback,
And it was finished.

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