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What Is So Pure.

King of All ages
White as snow
Little Lamb,
Martyred for our iniquities
Though you still love us..
Though you still cleansed us clean
Though our days may be numbered..
But with those days my lips shall utter praises unto you

{Authors note: Pretext: I watched Lord of The Rings...}