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There he was, cursed, cast from his father's hand,
Betrayed, carried off for dead not quite as planned;
Blood bursting from his side, no life in him reside,
As he sat upon that hill, lonely man who loved us still.
All hell was in its glory, if any be, even there;
Satan screaming, victory, as if he even dare;
His demons smirking, laughing, oh so cruel;
A world possessed by them, left no man to fool.
The glorious streets of gold turn darkened pale,
And thunder roared on earth and vale;
Cherubim no longer sung, but tears were only wrung;
His Father up above, cried it is finished oh my love.
He lay there in the tomb as if, in earth's dreadful womb;
No song was heard, not even that a bird,
But in all the land, demons seemed to have their stand,
Even the devil roaring drooled, at all the blood that he had pooled.
Upon that hill death, he gave his final breath,
And in that grave, sin no longer we your slave;
With every scar, we can tell the world how great you are,
As you sat upon that hill, lonely man who loved us still.
Betrayed, carried off for dead not quite as planned;
Blood bursting from his side, no life in him reside,
As he sat upon that hill, lonely man who loved us still.
All hell was in its glory, if any be, even there;
Satan screaming, victory, as if he even dare;
His demons smirking, laughing, oh so cruel;
A world possessed by them, left no man to fool.
The glorious streets of gold turn darkened pale,
And thunder roared on earth and vale;
Cherubim no longer sung, but tears were only wrung;
His Father up above, cried it is finished oh my love.
He lay there in the tomb as if, in earth's dreadful womb;
No song was heard, not even that a bird,
But in all the land, demons seemed to have their stand,
Even the devil roaring drooled, at all the blood that he had pooled.
Upon that hill death, he gave his final breath,
And in that grave, sin no longer we your slave;
With every scar, we can tell the world how great you are,
As you sat upon that hill, lonely man who loved us still.
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Hidden Pain
I see the anger in your eyes,
it's pain hidden by disguise.
I see your tears on the bathroom floor,
the same place you once sat before.
attempted cuts for the world to see,
faded by your misery.
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i'm sick
i knew infectious diseases to have statistics, medication and survival rates
not quaky lungs, thick eyelashes and calloused fingers
i expected a rash or a popped blood vessel or abdominal pain
but i got bumper car thoughts and feelings with spikes
i did get trouble breathing, a headache and sore feet
but i think that's from holding my breath, following untamed solutions and chasing after you again
i also got pain
and i reckon this kind is out of morphine's expertise
but i don't know if that's a symptom
or a long term side effect from all the ways i tried to save you
maybe the statistics are all the times i mistook you as a cure
and all the t
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What Is It Like?
I question myself all the time
Nothing makes sense.
Facts become myths,
Theories back to hypotheses.
“The sky is blue” is only a rumor to me
Thoughts rush around my head,
Never stopping, never-ending.
It eats at my sanity.
I do my best to let it go,
But it always finds a way to come back.
I hope no one gets panic attacks.
They’ll claw at your brain,
Put things and ideas into your head.
Hands shake, vision blurs,
And no one seems to even care about it.
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"lonely man who loved us still" that's a very powerful image and one I return to in my own Christian faith. The cross is a kind of agony of estrangement from the ones we love, especially since in the very act of opening the heart it is met with violence and rejection. To be crucified with Christ for me is in the name of love to submit to that aspect of human reality and still commit to loving nonetheless.