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Tie me up against a cross until there's rust Let me be tortured and stared at until I am no longer alive Freedom screams for me, but the freedom I can no longer trust My soul has become bones and dust A husk of how I used to be no longer able to thrive Tie me up against a cross until there's rust Rinse my soul with holy water and I won't fuss In the holy water I would willingly dive Freedom screams for me, but the freedom I can no longer trust The life I've had shows no lust I see no lust for life where I used to strive Tie me up against a cross until there's rust Leave my body there to decompose leaving my loved ones let out a cuss Leave it up there until maggots and beatles start to hive Freedom screams for me, but the freedom I can no longer trust Crucify me till the sun wakes and goes back to rest I don't want to live with this when I didn't need to go past five Tie me up against a cross until there's rust Freedom screams for me, but the freedom I can no longer trust
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May 2
May 2, 2026 at 9:24 PM UTC
Let Me Be Crucified Till I Feel Free
Tie me up against a cross until there's rust Let me be tortured and stared at until I am no longer alive Freedom screams for me, but the freedom I can no longer trust My soul has become bones and dust A husk of how I used to be no longer able to thrive Tie me up against a cross until there's rust Rinse my soul with holy water and I won't fuss In the holy water I would willingly dive Freedom screams for me, but the freedom I can no longer trust The life I've had shows no lust I see no lust for life where I used to strive Tie me up against a cross until there's rust Leave my body there to decompose leaving my loved ones let out a cuss Leave it up there until maggots and beatles start to hive Freedom screams for me, but the freedom I can no longer trust Crucify me till the sun wakes and goes back to rest I don't want to live with this when I didn't need to go past five Tie me up against a cross until there's rust Freedom screams for me, but the freedom I can no longer trust
This is a big emotional piece. It's a villanelle poem, but it talks about not well thoughts and the feeling to crucify yourself till you die. Hopefully everyone reading this is doing well
#death#lust#love#religion#jesus#hatred#crucify#villanelle#hope#thoughts
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DylanEvenson
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 9:24 PM UTC
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