Monday, November 12, 2007
Savior in my eyes
Don't shut your eyes
when my blood flows thicker
When their dilated pupils curse
and throw up uncircumcised laughters
When the strain licks up my wound
and darkness pours pure pain as sympathy
Heavy sins wear me down
tearing up my tissue as I cry aloud
Like a slicing sharp knife
running it's routine around palm
barely visible air polluted by agony
Lighten my palm and got bitten
by excruciation in the leg
Blood and children
All I see
Last anguish,
cry of love.
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A monologue of Jesus on the cross
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