All By Himself
Taunted, torn to rags by
a torturous crowd.
A body hangs lifeless as
His head is clad with
thorns...
A melody of blood and
tears trickles down His
cheek...
a Mother's kiss...
silent screams...
Copyright © Tamiviolet Manchas | Year Posted 2007
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