Love the teacher leads two brothers blue
Through the thicket of the wicked world Pierced and weighed yet unafraid to lose Poets trained to dance in tempest twirl Emerald angel soothes their battle bruise A wound made weapon, shaped in nature’s house The garden grave they tilled to bloom with Truth A cross they shared unveiled the destined spouse As steel to steel their sharpened spirits race With hearts unguarded from the sword of fate No thorn or sin so great can break their faith For on the mountain feast they eat with saints Brothers in arms with hardened hands to pray Behold them molding Christ in souls of clay
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