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The Man I Killed
I saw Him, The man I killed; Wrapped in shame and pain; Dejected and rejected by His own! Surrounded by a vicious brood of vipers Their vile tongues Ululating doom; Profaning the Holy of holies, Blaming Him for innocence! We saw Him, The man we killed A huge tree on His back; Scathed and battered like a thief! See how He stumbles and falls. A sad sight! Globules of Holy blood Dropping on unholy ground, Soaking the desert dust; Sacredness mingling with profanity! An indescribable spectacle! See Him; The man you and I killed! See how they disrobe Him, Exposing impaled flesh; Dust, splinters and blood on His back. A sight too awful for words. His garments peeled off, To expose nakedness that reveals perfect love Of a father for His children. Willingly He lies On a wooden beam! Passionate to trade His life with mine! Lovingly He spreads His arms on wood. Nails so sharp Tear through the wrists Of the Saviour of nations! Pain throbbing through His arms and legs! Holy blood gushing from all sides Of the body of the Saviour of men! We see Him, A man who fills our eyes With swamps of tears, Even as His head falls In total acceptance to death, He still looks beautiful! For He trades His life for mine! Hardly knowing what we did We killed him! You killed him! I killed Him!
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