my hearts sympathy for Death and Night and Blood could no longer be denied
and as they fell
and as
day
chained
night
to a larger cross
built by a warrior
his blood
on your hands
this cross now recast as temple
devoted
Thirst
and his son
Agony
entrenched
in living flesh
the tree
and the stone
Poetry by Ghost of Heino
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Written on 2015-02-08 at 15:03
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