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Apr 2018
Shame and guilt swallowed me
The heart, once frozen by bitterness, had melted into sorrow

Yet now I stand again, on the edge of life
My peers, the masses
A crowd damning another man to my fate
The price I put upon my own head
When I traded righteousness for rags
It is death You do not deserveΒ Β 

The judge found you innocent but the jury cried guilty
And despite your record, you were deemed filthy

You, who stands across the world from me
You, who bears no mark of shame
No need to feel shy
No reason to die

Your wrists were punctured whilst mine were freed
As my heart was healed, yours would bleed
It was my tomb they buried you inside
And it was my rock you pushed aside

You, the one I left behind
Stepped forward and take my place
You took the cross
Etched with my blame
Laden with my sin
Cursed by my name

And you didn't dispose of it
You didn't burn it away
You bore its full weight
As I was meant to do
And you carried it
As I was meant to do
And you died
As I was meant to do

And when I ask why, O Lord
You would take my place
Die on my hill
Lie in my tomb
My answer is found in the empty sepulcher
Where my body should forever be

For it is not I
But he
Kitt
Written by
Kitt  23/F/Maine
(23/F/Maine)   
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     Jerry Howarth, JLB, --- and n stiles carmona
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