Is that an anger after a defeat?
Or is it a blind ego?
The thorns decorated crown
Is like the imposed censure, the innuendo -
Nothing but my thickening darkness.
Earth trembles...
You keep walking
Pulling me along
On your stretched out body of Cross
Hangs my flesh and blood,
The last support to leave the final breath.
In the field of illuminating scull
Alight the stairs of ascension, my God
For a new dawn.
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He screamed
Oh God, why have you forsaken me?
Did I hear myself
It's my voice!
Bleeding, I walk
Through the immense pain
Crucified in earthy delusions.
I fill you with sinful wounds.
My lips sank in
Where? In which inebriation?
You put that aside
Knowing it's poison;
Awakened, walked over the eternal thirst -
The boundless slaughter field
Of mundane world
