Crucified
Christianity slips away in times like these;
ashamed of crimes committed.
Bloodshed without remorse
tears out the heart of the innocent.
Unfeeling the mighty
ride the steeds of Satan
as they unleash their barbarity.
Using and abusing to their advantage.
Twisted Mankind sees no wrong in
destroying Mother Nature and
crucifying its fellow creatures.
“They are lesser beings”,
“they feel no pain” taunts the
Son of Adam.
The crucified line a dark road
in Man’s triumphant blasphemy.
A calf can be heard calling out
for its mother in the darkness.
Whilst a lamb hangs limply oozing blood.
A lamb was once before crucified.
Blessed are the meek.
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