BEAUTIFUL SUICIDE

BEAUTIFUL SUICIDE

Beauty, embraced by the sacred silence;
Pierced to a tree, a mangled piece of flesh on display:
My spirit lay at his feet mourning, while my hands strike his dying body.
The very lips that drank of his cup are the very lips that curse him.

End my life, so I may live in you.
I live as the Pharisee, wearing a crown of shame.
I dress my spirit in mockery, cloaked in the robes of a w***e.
It weeps in agony, crying out to be free.
It weeps for the suicide of flesh, and the rebirth of beauty.

Take my sins, in the baptism of the sacred waters,
While my tears of blood baptize in sorrow.
Bells toll, while this horrible corpse rots in hell.
Sacred Father, let my soul caress the beauty of Jesus Christ.
COPYRIGHT 2006: MATT THOMPSON

Reviews

[GwenLark]

A beautiful testimony to faith of every kind and in every way