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[title] => Gothic Era
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[hometext] => the Romans could hardly control them
[bodytext] => Gaul in the dreary years Under Roman rule if even that was possible An unruly people Enjoyment was Christian suffering torturing and tears Then Domitlanus was Emperor of Rome His Roman leagons even unable to control The Gauls a gothic unruly endouging in self pleasures no fear of gods Despising the Christain developed selfpleasing cruelity Pleas were heard at the seat of Peter My Lord my God "Why have You forsaken us" Then Pope Fabian announced a Bishop Denis take a priest and deacon and go to Gaul Speak the Word The Good News for all Spread His Gospel Denis you are herefore Bishop of Paris Praise be to Our Lord Stand firm in your faith "Believe" Decius then the Roman govenor of Paris For the sake of power he was delearious Bishop Denis chose two trusted friends A priest Rusticus A deacon Eleutheius Their faith in Jesus our God was precious They set off with the morning sun Filled with the love of the Spirit Within two weeks time they reached Paris It was raining tears of martyrs They hesitated not one day,but set out preaching The Lord the faithful praise Stering love of God Fearful Christians became brave inturn spreading good "Love one another became the Word" Govenor Decius Supicious Fearful of the powers of the Emperor of Rome He devised hidious tortures Arresting many Christians The tortures began Denis usticus and Eleutheuis were arrested Ordered to renounce their faith "Ceaser is our god" They all refused over and over They were imprisoned scourged racked Put before wild beast cheered and jeered Finally put to the fire stake to maim but not to death The three would not give in "Jesus is Lord" He gives us life In exasperation the govenor ordered them aken to the top of Butte Montmartre "Mount of Martyrs" The soliders could not wait Death is your fate Whipped beaten again and again "For your God you suffer this pain" Hands tightly bound Ordered to lean and bend Swords drawn The priest and deacon were beheaded Blood flowed like rubies in the sun Bishop Denis then offered himself Showing no fear Standing a sword swooshed off his head Denis bent over picking up his head crattled in his arms He walked guided by an angel back to town Past trees and flowers in glourious bloom Denis walked to where he chose to be buried Amoung the people of Pariee A small shrine was soon erected A Gotic bastica now stands there today In the honor of my saint sake Denis Sinned [comments] => 2 [counter] => 263 [topic] => 13 [informant] => sinned [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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