Crimson cloth to blacken they fearful faces

Words so complex, as the cross in his hands

To deliver thy soul to darker places?

Heartbeats be pleated-dark winter his land.

Rain this procession-long road to his fate

Teardrops cascade upon him-the marked stone

Death be so vulgar, breathe life to his hate

God’s children crying, death, so far from home.

Like agony bleeding, a hole ripped in his heart

Dark earth to cover his broken spirit

Lifeless maggots begin to tear him apart

Screaming blasphemies, the crow will hear it.

The end of light beginnings his death be?

Nay, death be the dark end that sets you free