On the Crucifixion
Not fiction
But narrated
I'm fixated
On the cross
Of Jesus Christ
I'm enticed
To my own death
His last breath,
It cannot be missed
He told us all
It is accomplished
It. Is. Finished.
All I hoped for.
All you wished.
I think the devil
Missed tricks
When he overlooked
The crucifix
Not that it was a deception
But just
Hid from his perception
He could never understand perfection
Was made perfect
Only in connection
With suffering
And God's suffering
Was his own free offering
A cross
Between unquenchable justice
And unstoppable mercy
And in this
They kissed
Son of God
Crucifix
And Gods Justice was sated
And now
I am fixated
The cross before me
Ever before me
The tree of curse
That should have bore me
The state of grace
Is the situation
When your diagnosis is
Cruxifixation.
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