Peace be upon you

At the burning beech fire

Firemen watching over Jesus ’ grave are warming

Their commander is proud

with a parade saber attached to the belt

and a cluster of his subordinates

I'm shaking my hands.

short exercise halobards

Guarding access

to the sealed grave

Seeing their armed gutter

Angel of the Lord who will come to set aside

a large grave stone

She'll laughter her ass off.

And the Risen Christ

He will greet them with words

Peace be upon you