Richard Munslow, The Last Sin Eater 1906

Savior of the sin ridden dead,
Sentenced to the hell fires,
He ate the bread,
Drank the ale,
That had been sitting on
The deceased chests,
Their sins consumed in
The bread and the ale
And in Munslow body,
The hell bound deceased,
Sins absolved,
Got a reprieve and
Went to heaven.
But what about Munslow?
Did consuming all those sins
Send him to hell?
Nay, he had a special
Heavenly dispensation.

Bob Boyd

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Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)

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