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Aug 2017
I write in red
It's the blood
That God has shed
For you and I

As he was
Nailed to the cross
He bled from
Head to toe.

It was so painful,
That God couldn't
Keep his eyes
Fully open at the
Time.

The bruises God
Had, were so deep
And extremely scar'd.

I write in red
It's the blood
That God has shed
Right before
He had died
Right there in
Front of everyone's
Sad and painful eyes.
Β©Cherisse Powers
03\24\16'
Cherisse Unger
Written by
Cherisse Unger  40/F/Colorado
(40/F/Colorado)   
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