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The son of God

Posted to Action Poetry

seen as a master, lighter of life,
resurrected as a dream...
worshipped throughout centuries
of dark history...

he is tied to the faith
of millions,
converted or slaughtered
his love was
drawn with blood
and innocence

Seen as a God, lived as a man,
he was no more, no less...

I bet he regrets his wisdom,
curses his speeches,
there is beauty in being
a carpenter,
but his youthfull frenzy
asked for more

Once upon the cross
always on our wall
praise and kneel
although his biggest wish
is release from
divinity, now and
forever and ever...