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The Old Rugged Cross

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quiet cross.
peaceful cross.
Serenely gazing down
upon happy,
fortunate faces.

It tells all of the beauty,
the pride,
the blessing of a gentle life under its wings;
and none of the fire shit intestinal vomit drenched
torture
your limbs will endure hanging on it
left to die
with only a vague hope
that as the doves peck out your entrails
and feast on your delicate eyeballs,
you will be rewarded.

no one can see the Body.
only the cross.

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