THE SUN NOW SEEMS TO SET ,TIME SHOWS ME THE BAYONET, IT SEEPS THROUGH THE FLESH BUT NO MORE PAIN,THE WORLD SAW ME ALL IN VAIN, AND I WAS THE HEATHEN STIGMATA.
A truth we live with all our lives, we might die but something survives. The whips of pragmatism all so cruel, i keep on burning , i am the fire , i am the fuel the sword of expectations split my head. blood glows patterns of swaying threads. I can see the monotonus red, right where it last left. The man inside struggles again, But the horors within cuffs him in pain. Somebody,please somebody, hear my cry, pick me up and help me lie. Then jesus willlaugh and say to me, look son , u are now set free. look, ur body all strewn will wounds, where wiil they strike next they have no room. look what they did to me, drilled a hole right through me. my heart ruptured refused to breathe, but i am still in this world yet to leave. A final blow is what u need, said and left , me to bleed. The sun now seems to set, time shows me the bayonet. it seeps through the flesh but no more pain, The world stood still all in vain, and i became the HEATHEN STIGMATA.
What stayed with you?
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