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You were  my cross,     stigmatised for loving you...      But I'm crucified for loving him.
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Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 6:24 PM UTC
Crucified For Loving...
I am crucified for my religion, I am crucified for my skin color, I am crucified for my economic status, I am crucified for my beliefs, My body and soul are condemned, with atrocious strives You're preaching falsehoods, a disguised truth Words of lies and deceits, for your own indulgence But I am deaf of hearing, the poisons you spray So, I am hunted and killed, for not looking your way I am crucified for my free mind, I am crucified for my thoughts, I am forced to exile, to places not home, A country man, without a country, I am so terrified, each time the winds roam I run, far away from the monsters, but still nowhere to hide, For my new home is the same, humans still live inside If every where I lived, my being is not suited, or posed a threat, I would rather be exiled or crucified, than being engulfed, with the fire of bigotry or hate @jobiranyc (9/18/2017)
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 1:26 PM UTC
Crucified
a silent deep breath gazing up at the sky He now sees death hammers fly up high lay Him down on lacerated spine little do they know, they mock the Divine soon this sky will show darkness prove He's King, none will deny nails hit wood through miracle hands a violent wail is His reply spit glides down His heavenly cheek sour wine runs down burst lips 'forsaken I am' 'tis now His brood in His side spears now pry a single tear drop lands on His face not from His eye but from the Father's sky IT IS FINISHED  He cried a single rabbi brings sin to defeat as death comes by His absence will be fleet for us: not yet goodbye
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
It is finished
Dominus misereatur the nun said to Martha what's that mean? Martha said Lord have mercy the nun said so why don't we say that instead of talking to God in a dead language? Martha said it is the language of the Church the nun said and pointed out other lines of Latin to the rest of the class Martha gazed at the black board then lifted her eyes to the huge crucifix on the wall by the dark wood boxed clock there was dust and cobwebs hanging from the arms of the Crucified and particles on the crown of thorns about His head the plaster was aged and here and there it was worn through to unpainted darkness there was no hair under His arms as there was under her da's arms when he raised them in his vest to brush his receding hair she mused the nails had been hammered into hands and feet causing the hands to curl inwards like ***** exaudi orationem meam the nun said a girl raised her hand what's it mean Sister Paul? hear my prayer the nun said Martha wondered if the Crucified had been a Greek whether he would have worn a cloth about his mid-drift or been stark naked like some Greek statues were she'd seen in books His eyes were half open looking upwards His beard had a long string of cobweb hanging down needs cleaning Martha mused needs a good wash she muttered looking at the clock tick-tocking beside Him at half-past ten and she muttered a soft Amen.
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC
NEEDS WASHING 1963
In the small school chapel Martha stood in front of the black wood crucifix high on the wall if she stood on tiptoe she could just about touch the plaster paris Crucified's nailed feet the chapel was empty no sound smell of incense and old bricks and aged bodies of old nuns who once fumed here Martha stood on tiptoe and kissed the Crucified's nailed feet with her lips soft lips on paster feet Jesus I want to be your bride want to hold you close want to have you near let your ears hear she whispered she went back on her feet watched the Crucified His arms outstretched His nailed hands like claws His eyes looking skywards not particularly hairy like her father was not under the arms or chest she mused what are you doing here Martha Maguire? A nun said creeping up behind her having slid in like a shadow from the cloister Martha turned around talking to the Crucified Martha said eyeing the tubby nun why are you not in class? The nun said Martha turned back to gaze at the Crucified wanted to talk to Him she said not during class-time the nun said now get on to your class and don't be here during school time understand me? Martha gazed at the Crucified's eyes heavenward gazing His hands nailed cruelly if I could Martha said I'd unnail Him take Him in my arms and hug Him to being better the nun frowned gazed at the back and backside of the Maguire girl will you get yourself off to class Maguire I won't tell you again or you'll being having a ruler across your palms once more Martha sighed she thought she saw the Crucified eye her but couldn't be sure.
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Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 9:00 AM UTC
COULDN'T BE SURE 1963.
In the small school chapel Martha stood in front of the black wood crucifix high on the wall if she stood on tiptoe she could just about touch the plaster paris Crucified's nailed feet the chapel was empty no sound smell of incense and old bricks and aged bodies of old nuns who once fumed here Martha stood on tiptoe and kissed the Crucified's nailed feet with her lips soft lips on paster feet Jesus I want to be your bride want to hold you close want to have you near let your ears hear she whispered she went back on her feet watched the Crucified His arms outstretched His nailed hands like claws His eyes looking skywards not particularly hairy like her father was not under the arms or chest she mused what are you doing here Martha Maguire? A nun said creeping up behind her having slid in like a shadow from the cloister Martha turned around talking to the Crucified Martha said eyeing the tubby nun why are you not in class? The nun said Martha turned back to gaze at the Crucified wanted to talk to Him she said not during class-time the nun said now get on to your class and don't be here during school time understand me? Martha gazed at the Crucified's eyes heavenward gazing His hands nailed cruelly if I could Martha said I'd unnail Him take Him in my arms and hug Him to being better the nun frowned gazed at the back and backside of the Maguire girl will you get yourself off to class Maguire I won't tell you again or you'll being having a ruler across your palms once more Martha sighed she thought she saw the Crucified eye her but couldn't be sure.
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Baptism isn’t a ritual; Not a sign of one’s convert of religion. Religion only makes faction; It’s all about relationship with God. We don’t try Jesus As others try tons of religions As if changing their clothes. For no religion will ever fit us; Allow Jesus and be changed! We accept Jesus and that’s why to be baptized Means to be crucified with him His death, burial and resurrection!
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
Baptism
Back-stabber count your silver coins, all thirty pieces do enjoy. For thou have torn it from the **** of he whom thou deem to destroy. Conveyed before said holy male who fears to take decision home. Responsibility he doth bale, forth-giving this to man of Rome. Upon to Pilate do I see. Should I relinquish my belief? Will mine own peoples see me free instead of murderer or thief? In my defence nought do I speak to only God do I ask praise. Forgive me not for thou art week and power to thee is but a phase. Upon mine head a crown of thorns secured firmly into place as harassed by unfriendly scorn. Holy blood, bathes holy face. Barbs of metal scourge my all, unlawful hurt do I withstand. Burdened with weight I make a fall. Samaritan doth lend a hand. Rods of steel fix flesh and bone to that of mans' wooden ***** In painful agony, though not alone, with Holy Father I connect. Hoisted aloft on knoll of high. Visible means to fear their weight. Drawn upright, that I may die. Design to clear of human slate. Soon this pain will free of me. My passing so that they may live. Exalted father thou can see this son gives all a son can give.
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
Back-Stabber