The Crucifixion of Jesus Christ
Thorn coif is embedded on your head,
and it thrusts to your head with its prongs,
spikes as nails tear your body –
God’s blood is flowing on humans’ sin.
Wales of lash tore your flesh,
you carried the Cross and human toil,
bleeding wounds were embittered by pain,
when they nailed you to the Cross.
They torment you, in crowd they hide,
throng of scoundrels encircle the Lord
and they scoff while you are dying.
Burning wounds, the sweat is mixing with blood,
it dribbles through your eyes and mouth –
life is forsaking my God.
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