Insults.
Spittle. Mockery. Taunts. His dear face.
Whips. The
lash. The tear. The pain. His strong back.
The crown of
thorns. His crown. The blood. His loving head.
For you, for
me.
Nakedness.
The essence of His manhood
Bowing
humble and limp
To the shame
of the sun and earth
As he hung
helpless on the tree.
The cross,
the weight. The journey. His tired cries.
The
struggle. His efforts. The slaps. His dear bleeding mouth.
For you, for
me.
For all his
doubling and troubling
You are a
champion at killing with your mouth
I am an
expert at raping with my eyes.
For all the
tears and blood
You
specialize in cheating without remorse
I control
the region of the unbridled stupidity
Of envy and
jealousy.
While He
almost regrets this sacrifice
You acquire
and revel in your degree in keeping malice
While I
brandish my diploma in hating without a cause.
Why?
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