Sunday, March 26, 2006


Abandoned here by our father
Named the scapegoat for your sin
Done without concern or bother
Regarding my delicate skin.
Openly you claim to love me
Matted hair tangled in knots black
Epiphany of truth mine eyes see
During arms wide spread and wrists pinned back.
As long impending death draws nigh
Some do watch with true reverence
Letting themselves think I would die
Only for their deliverance.

Tell each such ignorant fool ear
That I was never a volunteer.


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