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PIETA

Painful sorrows which dig within her, and I and us... In savage reverence to just how much "fools" we are to destroy what is good, to intimidate what is meaningful; to devastate one who comes just to save us and better our days, while enlightening our shadowed lives. Must we watch? Must we relive this death? It is to be what we must do, and see, and watch, and hear, and feel... as it comes around again this... this death of ourselves.
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Written by
e-ray-luis-gonzales
American
Published
Dec 6, 2012
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31·82
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Inspired by fellow artist Felix Lopez own version of Michael Angelo's famous Pieta which resides within St. Peters Basilica in Rome, Italy.

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