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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