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A crucifix hangs ‘round her neck,

Her heart beats “Six, six six;”

The children, mesmerized by blood,

Stab at her with their sticks;

 

The stones that will not break her bones

Are tearing through her skin;

A Man they said she’d die without

Is begging from within.

 

His nails are black and driven through,

His blood has just been spilt;

Yet in their minds, they’d sacrifice

To justify their guilt.

 

“Do you know Jesus,” one man asks,

“Do you know all he’s done?”

He’s sacrificed me, left me here

To die, hurt and alone.

 

But in her mind, she prays to Him:

God why can’t this be done?

Why cannot they just leave me be,

Why can’t I die alone?

 

They spit at her and call her names,

The blasphemer, The w***e;

But when her mind says it is time,

she suffers pain no more.

 

The blood is drying on her flesh,

Like signatures of fate:

They sign their names with reverence

That time cannot sedate.

 

But in the end, her sixes fade:

Her heart was “Five, five five;”

The crucifix they brandish here

Has robbed her of her life.

 

There’s nothing else in history

That can exalt their God

Like spilling blood upon the ground

And those that they have robbed.

Reviews

[Avoiry]

this leaves me weary and speachless but it has more then a bit of truth to it

[Merancapeman]

It simply goes to show what people will bend to their will simply to allow them immoral rights. The Crusades are one example. Today is yet another. There are many people willing to believe their deity will protect them, and at the same time give them strength to vanquish their foes. Your poem is an example of what normal people can turn into given the desire. I know of no other animal that would commit such horrendous act and justify it with a golden halo.

Your poem stirred an anger within me. Of course, it sounds odd to thank you for it, but you have my thanks nonetheless! Simply put, it packs a great punch.

[Maxinne Marie]

Wow, what a very powerful and moving poem. Death because of religion.

[Rc R. Vagilidad]

its really a thing or too to make something this splendid... having an irrevocable topic as to "Jesus who died on a cross"
But i know, ure not really pointing on that idea.
its a binding force that really made us through Him.. and made such wonderful pieces concerning faith!

exceptional!!

[L. L. Jacobson]

Okay, I'm upset because I had a really long review and then the thingamajig got messed up and erased it.
So....if I can remember what I was saying, there is so much complexity in this astounding poem.
It is sad that a person is not appreciated in life or even death. But that's not what the poem is about.
I am still reeling on the extensive substratum in this piece. Every layer is intriguing, more complex that the previous.
I am baffled by the correlation to the 555 of her heartbeat, which would be the fifth of the ten commandments- Thou Shall Not Covet. We covet what we see everyday. The children covet the blood. The man covets what he should have in the first place. And what did she covet- was it prevalent in her demise?
And then you have the 666. The devils. Just leave her alone.
I could be completely wrong about this- every interpretation will be differennt, but suffice to say, as always, you have me thinking, as all of your work is thought-provoking and just plain smart.
You fascinate me.

[Caroline Tigeress]

This is really, really powerful, and well executed. Dear lord, please save me... From your follwers...

caroline

[Nicole Hellene]

Isn't it amazing how many people die by the hands of religion when I think rule number 5 is thou shall not kill?