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by NYPen
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Adult · #1933467
The day that the Lord was forgotten.
Shadows grope in the sun

blood, veins across the dust

pierced feet raise a forsaken body

the rugged hill excretes rust. 



Broken hands cloak iron spikes

a torn side screams while

breathless words stutter righteously

an angelic host gleams Heaven's glory



Shredded flesh pleads for relief

arid lips swallow sour sweat

scorching sun restrains a breeze

blood tears meet bruised brows



A bloody gaze searches Heaven

swollen lids caress his tired eyes

3 trees moan

the Heavenly Father embraces a son
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