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CitiZen-One Member
since 2000-09-22
Posts 84New Mexico |
The sundial strikes noon and the devils sons eyes shine like the moon. The time hath come frail skinny jew, for you to meet the barbique. Do you remember my Dark Curly Hair? or How I took off my helmet, hugging it in my arm with such glee, and O'how I kicked you're pathetic body? Do you remember my gleeming eyes? Ice blue, bluer than the sky? Do you remember my pouring of hatred and rain upon you? Do you remember how we dragged you out of your dingy cage, fetal, covered in your own urine and stains? How I wound your skinny head with barbed wire thorns? and Your face was caked with blood and mud. Do you remember and how I complained that I had pricked my thumb? Do you remember How I Towered above your long skinny body like a Roman God? who is your master now little dog? Do you remember me bringing my whip down upon your back? as you carried your tree to the mound? Do you remember how I beat you in the street like a stray hound? Do you remember How I wound your arms tightly against the jagged wood? Do you remember how I pressed my boot against your hands, as they plunged stakes through your wrists? Do you remember the stench of your own piss? What kind of King are you? Your nothing but a filthy Jew. I enjoyed watching them raise you to the sky, hail the king of the jews! Everyone laughed and cried. And I watched your sunken face, bobbing, chin to chest, limp and empty. What a pathetic mess. Rivers of blood streaming down your arms. Soaking the remnants of your tattered threads. A stream of urine down your legg none the less. A pool of blood and urine under your sick and pathetic body. What a sickening site you were to my eyes. You I loathe and despise. What a waste of such a bright and shiney day, but I have to do my duty anyway. And the bloated Jewish statesman rose his two sausage fingers to the sky. His Jowels chuckled gayly - Yesthua hath diethd. and with a double handed twist I plunged my spear under your lung. And NOT even a river of blood! instead the drowning pool in your lungs and chest, O' how they pour down my spear, water like babies tears. yellow twinge of fear. What hath happened to the bright desert sky?! the clouds and wind hath come our way, washing all the blood, filth and urine away. Your body an empty husk. brought down to the mud. You mother screamed at me, look at what you hath done! Your tree of life is brought down, what a sickly jewish clown. I have hated you for almost two thousand years, As I watched your cattle and sheep multiply my fears. My heart is filled with such poison. O' the stories I could tell you of 2,000 years. War, Love and Hate, History is fake. Booty, Gambling, and legions of beer and lovely stomping of queers. I have been cursed to live on this disgusting world till you come again, sometimes I wonder if this plastic nightmare will ever end. for 300 years I suffered with syphillis, thank goodness for modern medicine! I saw kings and slaves rise and fall in your name, I saw more rivers of blood created in your fame. I even saw the healthiest and brightest men become lame. But the truth is, that I have come to the end. I can no longer live this life of hate, I am sicked by the knowledge of my fate. I beg for your forgiveness on this day, for I have sinned against you. I spat and kicked your face, I laughed at your disgrace. for the first time in 2,000 years the Stone in my chest has become flesh again and I want to love you till the end. Please Christ Forgive me for what I have done, Please give eternal life for this fallen one. Deliver me from all my pain, I have lost my mind and gone insane. Deliver me from all my hate, it has knawwed at my soul like cheese in a grate. Give me life renewed, hold me close to you. Forever I want to be with you, You shining pinacle of light, take me out of this eternal dark night. Hold me as your friend, keep me warm to the end. I open my heart to you christ, because I know the end is near. I ask of you to make 2,000 years of sin go clear. Christ I love you. |
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Lady Lost Member
since 2000-07-13
Posts 470 |
This is very intense...I am not sure I understand. It seems to contradict what you tell me. Have you changed your mind? Either way, I will continue to pray for you. |
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WhtDove Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-22
Posts 9245Illinois |
Wonderful expression the view of the Roman Soldier. New light into what might have gone through his mind. And there is hope in the end. For time is NOT a factor with God. Well done! <*\\\>< I know not what the future holds, but I know Who holds the future. |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
Marcus Eugenicus, We are all Roman soldiers for every time we sin we add to His disgraceful death on the cross, because it is through His death that our sins are forgiven... Without the shedding of blood, there is no forgiveness of sin. God's Love still amazes me in how He continues to forgive us when we confess our wrong doings as you have done. After all we did to Him on that cross... He still forgives us and allows us to live a new life joined with Him. God Bless You, Bob <>< |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
whoa!!! This one staggers me. Great work combining metaphor with what happens in the hearts of so many! Great work! |
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ellie LeJeune Member Elite
since 2000-01-10
Posts 4156King of Prussia, PA USA |
You have written of the raw and terrible truth of sin that most of us do not want to face. Unless we face our inner demons of awful truth we can not truly fall on our faces in true contrition and recieve His incredible gift of forgiveness and new birth, that only comes from total surrender to His passionate Love for us all. Ellie Belief is a truth held in the mind; faith is a fire in the heart. Joseph Fort Newton |
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deleeme Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 1766NEW ENGLAND, USA |
I find here a most abhorant,and uncomely view of the greatest sacrifice of love ever given to mankind--and yet the power of that cross, to be able to turn even the most ungodly & pathetic souls into believing, seekers of the Grace which it provided. This is a most erie,rendention-but very thought provoking indeed! David |
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