Crucifixion
A.W. Nutter
Condemning chants from the crowd
Final resting place growing nearer
Death envelopes, in a dark shroud
Plunging toward the final chapter
Weight of the rough hewn wood
More than a young soul can bear
To many voices, so misunderstood
The sins of the father, mine to fear
Sons and daughters, of the damned
Anxiously awaiting, my crucifixion
Taste for a new soul being fanned
As the priest offers the benediction
Hand forced open, exposing the palm
Three nails, retribution for imagined sin
Tearfully reciting the twenty-third psalm
Screaming as the metal pierces the skin
The holy trinity watching from above
Turn a deaf ear, refusing to intervene
Ignoring the prayers from the dove
As out of control this life careens
Hanging on a cross, life upside down
Suffering through life and eternity my fate
To another hell, a maligned soul is bound
Haunted by memories, devoured by hate
Copyright © Anthony Nutter | Year Posted 2010
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