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This one is a little wierd however!

by GrOoVy Wed 28 Jan 2004 18:16:06

Crucifixion: An innocent conviction. The colours on the cherry sky; Are those of my Mind Reflecting the wandering of A torn Heart. A dawning of death And the beginning of an end. I prepare for a fate But will return And with these marks upon me But a few do mourn For the loss of a criminal The nails and thorns that bind me Only restrain, can never change The structure of my person I can feel weakening. This mortal human I've become Crimson blossoms seep through my Poorly drawn facade The stigmata clear upon my palms Crucified for my beliefs Strung upon a cross But once I was everywhere And watched my world expand The beings I created So quick to throw their stones Sent here with love to lead them Only cast away and scorn. Gyrating masses jeer. I am their sculptor, but they are blind. Fruit of the earth, they are all designed from inside me. They blame me now For a false preaching For defying their god The same god that I share The very god that I am I have no need for mercy Now my journey is complete And for this I shall forgive them They are my family My naive children. The shadow of my soul, Dissolves as the sun slips from the day. Now I am an empty shell, But I am filled with just one thing My own sanity. I am weak. When I next see their faces They will understand That no longer am I guilty Nor am I a man. When I see them repent For this crime they undertook They will not be hanging here For this injustice against me I will not condemn as they have done. I shall open up my arms to them And they shall do the same Everyone shall be free from guilt Free from fault or burden. Absolved from grief, they can recover. We killed our father Weep they who now wail regret. Had they not a reason why? This plan once was justice, Now all it brings is fear. They lost him to suspicion And will find him through forgiveness Have faith for he has not disowned us We shall find him When we too leave our lives. In a place, somewhere much better Where scars and wounds can heal. Gates will open And angels will sing. The people will follow him once more Follow Christ into eternity. Shame of jurisdiction, with its iron fist. Suddenly the world removes itself from me I return to the land from which I was sent. While my shell is placed in a tomb My mind is with God.
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