please, come!

A poem adressed to.....the Mashiach!

please, come!

 

Some say that when you will come

Everyone will be calm:

No wars

No fights

The wolf will live with the lamb.

 

Some say that when you will come

The dice will come back to life

And our template will rebuilt

And every man will sit under his vine and under his fig tree.

 

We have been waiting

For you

Ages and ages

Please,

 Come.

 

The End

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