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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.