Thank you lord
Betrayed by your own disciple
Sentenced to crucifixion by Pilate
Flogged severally by heartless soldiers
Spat upon by these same soldiers
Mocked by those whom you came to save
Crowned with a crown of thorns
Offered vinegar to quench thirst
Stripped by the high priest, Caiaphas
Denied thrice by one of your closest friends
Forsaken by your own father
Mourned by your mother and best friend while alive
bklynrizz commented on Thank you lord
11-22-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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