I saw the blood
I felt the blood
I saw the hammer
I felt the wood
I read the words
They said "me"
I looked at the man
Who hung on the tree
I looked at his writs
I saw nails
I had held those spikes
I had read that they said sin
Then I knew the meaning
I and in so I began to sorrow
For it was my sin that held him there
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 2:32 AM UTC
I saw the blood
I felt the blood
I saw the hammer
I felt the wood
I read the words
They said "me"
I looked at the man
Who hung on the tree
I looked at his writs
I saw nails
I had held those spikes
I had read that they said sin
Then I knew the meaning
I and in so I began to sorrow
For it was my sin that held him there
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