Whilst the hate-bringer's, shalt smack mine countenance
I shalt loveth in extraterrestrial manners, never to quit;
And whilst other's shalt scourge me, I'll giveth them mine love
Lending out a hand even whilst being whipped, as I giveth a hug.

And whilst they nail me, and pound the iron in mine bones
I shalt looketh up to mine god,ready to get on back to mine home;
And whilst mine spirit leaveth me, I yelleth out to mine God
Father forgiveth them, they knoweth not what they've done.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry