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Crucified
Ropes are tied to both pulsating wrists
digging deep into flesh and scarring white bone
a crowd of onlookes raise hell
as the beautiful spectacle before them
a holy sacrifice to the judgers
penance for those mistaken as prophets
destruction in the hands of the lost
wild eyed horses are lashed to action
their bridles are made of greed
their blinders are studded with fear
whips of knotted confusion leap forth
and rake the back of the chosen
as he bellows discontent.
Bones splinter
Flesh rends
Eyes burn
Throat sends
a plea for their forgiveness.
All that is left
is a stain of black
