Your sweating Bode layed on the cross
the nails and hammer bright
the Cruxer sets it on your limbs
through flesch and bone he strives
Your body winds in pain and gasps
the muscles cramp in flame
onlookers claps with fun no shame
for them its all a game..
then when they lift the cross with you
you know that is the end
but still some hours Agony
no help no mercy sent..
They mocking you and having fun
your mind is letting go
the blood drops constantly DOWNWARDS
for them its all a show..
when finaly your soul gets out
you see them standing there
aroused and hyper oh my god
you lift up through the air..
Copyright © adi star | Year Posted 2016
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