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We yell and scorn at Him,
Others mourn for Him,
His body stained by blood and sweat, -
We owe Him a great debt.

We had all the love of the Father
From our dear brother,
For us all His love is shown
And we reward Him with a tombstone.

This is why He was born,
to have His face worn
and His body torn.

Blood seeps
As He weeps,
'Father, why hast thou forsaken me? '
As He hangs from His tree,
'Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do'
While He hangs...

We watch Him fall asleep,
midst death slowly creeps,
and softly He speaks,
'It is finished'
With that our sins are diminished

by Fidelis Patronus

Comments (3)

I'm back! ! ! My name was hellp because my mother found my poems and back tehn i had poems that were alot more intense. about suicide, religion, and sex. My mom banned me from the site and made me delet all my poems. (my mom and family r VERY strong christians) i changed my name and deleted only some of my poems. My name was hellp cuz i felt like i was in hell and i REALLY needed help. i was so scared. I'v never been on the website for years and then i got an email today that sed i hada comment on one of my poems...i read all of the commments i missed and it totally inspired me to continue my poetry. I changed my name and i will try 2 pick up where i left off...i havn't written poetry since i got caught...thankyou so much for ur support
Good testimony poem was looking for some good poetry and found you. I
You are one of the most intriguing poets I've ever read. Your poetry as poetry goes is really good. I disagree with a lot of your thoughts, but you express things in ways I can merely dream about. Good writing Tasia.