Monday, February 25, 2013

Why for me?


This hammering, burning  
sensation of confusion,  
moment of regret.  

This binding of hands & feet,  
plucking out of eyes,  
scourging of whips,  
crown on your head,  
noose around my neck.  

Personal death, freed from damnation,  
shouts from whispers, moisture from heat,  
the rood, the tree, our heaven, the kingdom,  
up high, forever,  
INRI,  
holy holy are thee.  






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