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Kissing Earth, I taste afterbirth
Their machinations are coming
I see the future before me
My imagination's running
Now who remains to tell me anything?
Can you hear the lightning crying?
Do you taste the stream of magma?
Fingertips remain rough and scorched
Stigmatas just feel like Karma
I recall a time when the birds would sing
Hanging here, I remember you
I see your patrons in the crowd
Father, why did you forsake me?
Their spears scream that I am too loud
The crown they gave me feels like it's burning
- by SilvertongueSagittarius |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/12/2011 |
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- Title: Crucifiction
- Artist: SilvertongueSagittarius
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Description:
Another invention of Mrs. Estes' creative writing class. She affectionately called it a "Suburban Sonnet" Format:
A-8/ B-8
C-8/ B-8
Q-10
D-8/ E-8
F-8/ E-8
Q-10
G-8/ H-8
I-8/ H-8
Q-10
Incidentally, I've been writing about religious stuff a lot. Not sure what's provoked that.... - Date: 04/12/2011
- Tags: crucifiction religion jesus golgotha christ
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