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As you whispered, “Forgive them Father,
they know not what they do.”
This agony, tearing of my heart,
this unimaginable truth.

Unbearable, insufferable, and horrific pain
taken for a miscreant’s expense.
Passage of time and men, this still clings to my
heart after generations of lights have been spent.

Forgive me, forgive me Father as this scourge
remains fixed to my hand.
To be sightless, ignorant of the Savior,
this hammer I wield at the Son of man.

Driving, striking, pushing these irons
through the carapace of God’s mortality.
Lifting, up heaving this tree of damnation,
the motionless gaze of your body’s frailty.

Gasping, moments of breath from heaven,
I peer at the crown of exaltation.
Your last, your precious last draw of life
I grapple the lance, thrusting conformation.

By my hands…

We are all guilty of His death. Only God could go through this and still offer us eternity.”

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