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Electricity- searing through every vein, body brimming with voltage, head to toe, lightning that strikes every nerve simultaneously; blinding, white hot pain - then blackness. Flames- the piercing spasms of ten thousand sunburns, combined with the unbearable heat of smothering summer darkness licks slowly up        up               up your legs, choking, choking on dry smoke and the ash of your own body; screams, melting flesh, can't breathe, can't breathe, - then blackness. Nails- cleaving wrists and feet, invasive, bone-deep, soul-deep pangs, aches, agony, as they punch out the other side and iron meets beam, locking limbs in places. Then lifting, lifting, lifting, until you're finally, horribly, upright, hanging by your wrists, iron grating and grinding against bone, slowly, oh so slowly, suffocating under your own weight, as muscle and sinew convert from allies to traitors, turning on you, compressing, and eventually crushing, your lungs; minutes       hours                 days - then blackness. Oh, humanity. Oh, terribly, cruelly creative humanity. So many torturous ways to **** to execute each other. - the chair - the stake - the cross - countless, countless others each more brutal than the last. Oh, humanity. Yet somehow... the cross left this darkness for light, a symbol of hope for millions. Men, women, children everywhere draw hope from the cross. WHY? Why? Because we know who it has murdered - killed - slaughtered massacred - executed - slain sacrificed but didn't destroy; who it failed to defeat. The cross couldn't defeat HIM.
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May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC
Not What, But Who
Electricity- searing through every vein, body brimming with voltage, head to toe, lightning that strikes every nerve simultaneously; blinding, white hot pain - then blackness. Flames- the piercing spasms of ten thousand sunburns, combined with the unbearable heat of smothering summer darkness licks slowly up        up               up your legs, choking, choking on dry smoke and the ash of your own body; screams, melting flesh, can't breathe, can't breathe, - then blackness. Nails- cleaving wrists and feet, invasive, bone-deep, soul-deep pangs, aches, agony, as they punch out the other side and iron meets beam, locking limbs in places. Then lifting, lifting, lifting, until you're finally, horribly, upright, hanging by your wrists, iron grating and grinding against bone, slowly, oh so slowly, suffocating under your own weight, as muscle and sinew convert from allies to traitors, turning on you, compressing, and eventually crushing, your lungs; minutes       hours                 days - then blackness. Oh, humanity. Oh, terribly, cruelly creative humanity. So many torturous ways to **** to execute each other. - the chair - the stake - the cross - countless, countless others each more brutal than the last. Oh, humanity. Yet somehow... the cross left this darkness for light, a symbol of hope for millions. Men, women, children everywhere draw hope from the cross. WHY? Why? Because we know who it has murdered - killed - slaughtered massacred - executed - slain sacrificed but didn't destroy; who it failed to defeat. The cross couldn't defeat HIM.
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mary-rose-h
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC
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