Trying To Pull Jesus From His Cross
i have walked within your
thunderstorms & broken nails
upon the wood of your maple
casket -- makes me sad
called a dove the vulture of
all hearts (oh my)
hauled dirty stares within
the sack of my brain we all
refrain from bruised egos OH HEY
says the middle finger of my MOUTH
you can only lose
what you never had
and i broke nails
trying to pull Jesus
from his Cross//+\\
:: 03.11.2020 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2020
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