Tuesday, 17 April 2018

the innocent and the good

I crumbled under the weight of everyone's pain...
I fell flat and bloodied.
It didn't matter that I lay messed up... their view of life was the important issue...
the life they lived... the life they thought was right... the life without alternatives...
It was right I was battered, for they did not know why what they did... and so I had to show them the horror of their pain.
They dragged me to the hill and nailed me to the cross... propelled up for all to witness! The foulest of deaths.
I forgave them of their selfishness, their unknowing, their blindness! And as the last breath left me... they turned to another... for their suffering was quenched by the blood of the innocent and the good.


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