I Killed My Father

I was born into sin and turmoil in a world that was lost.

My sin was to murder the one who saved.

I held down his hands and pounded nails into flesh.

I hit the hammer and felt the warm blood from his legs.

My sin set the crown of thorns upon his brow.

My sin killed my Father, the one who gave me love.

The worst thing that I've done is surely the worst.

I caused God great pain, because I killed His only son.

It's a hard thing to fathom to have caused God pain.