God Didn't Love His Son Because He Couldn't Understand His Creations

My throat is tense from screaming
Silently into your chest
I can't believe my heart is still beating
After being someone else

Could you hear my fearful tears
Soaking your shoulders
I can't believe my head's still spinning
After being someone else

My arms are hanging limply
My muscles are so weak
Can you believe that you're still living
After seeing how it ends

If you see me staring blankly
I'm not fucking zoning out
I can't believe my heart's still beating
After knowing what I've done

The son of God kills for love
He sacrifices his divinity for humanity and rage
He kills his disciple in a flash of glory, sanctity, and beauty
To become man, he learnt revenge
His voice carried no power and so he turned to stones
Not to be cast but to be brutalised
To be smashed upon the flesh of the Earth
The fruits of creation
His father's toys
Mankind
As Jesus knelt in the blood, he did not weep
He could not

Fuck



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Writer(s): Florence Lingane
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