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Lied down, stretched out

Prepare for the incision
Cut through, into bone
Life cuts pervert direction
Giving, into pain
Wallowing confusion
Hammered down
Into your crucifixion

The eyes of your father, turning away
The absence of his loss, are you immune to pain
Hung up to die
The vulnerable divine
Forsaken you called but his ears are deafened

Savior of light
Self made sacrifice
Pity of the martyr
Behind a veil of suicide

Insanity after three nights
Behind the veil of suicide

Broken, beaten sore
Forgotten on the cross to wait
The blind are shown the light
Showed mercy through the waste
Of lost, one man holocaust
Weathered, in the lingering frost
Cast aside, now to die
Jesus Christ are you getting soft?

The eyes of the father, turned away
The fleeting comfort, lost,  washed upon the stain
Left there to die
Where no one hears you cry
Forsakened you called but his ears forever defeaned.