Capernaum

Give me that rope, I’m

Making a whip; there’s work to

Be done. My Dad’s house.

Wake the young lion.

Tell him to get to work. We’re

Reclaiming Dad’s house.

Get those doves out. I’ll

Drive those sheep myself. This is

Not the agora.

This fire’s burning

Me down, if this keeps up

I’ll be out three days.

But then I’ll rise like

Nothing you’ve ever seen, and

Everything will change.

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