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it was i who killed christ,

that day in cavalry

it was in my sinful mind

i nailed him to a tree.

and in my heart i died

self-indulgently;

in ignorance i tried

to kill anxiety.

and on that day he rose

i was playing dice,

wagering my soul

for hell or paradise.

the devil has his tricks

he sure can tell a lie.

he put me in a daze,

awaiting my demise.

and when the morning came

i woke up to a shock

my ressurected king

was standing on a rock;

then the rock became the king

and the king became the sky!

then a whisper in my ear:
"you were dead, now come to life"

what mystery is this?

what more could i have said?

what a paradox we live!

what a permeating thread!

what ineffability

could we fit inside our heads?

the truth is ours to see

when we take our daily bread