If the stars fell: I am the crown on thorns, battered and bloody not meant for a king... i am the hardened whip, lashing the back of the fool... i am the sharp wooden stakes... pinning your savior to a graven image of death... i am the razor spear, ridding the jackal of his breath... i am the crucifix, remnants of a gloried past in which we killed your god...
i am but a man... pin me to a wall and laugh, for i have died for nothing...
Spurious_Profile: Stars, did you write this? It's compelling, but also about the darkest, most bitter prose I've read in a long time. Hope you are doing ok.
I am the crown on thorns, battered and bloody not meant for a king...
i am the hardened whip, lashing the back of the fool...
i am the sharp wooden stakes... pinning your savior to a graven image of death...
i am the razor spear, ridding the jackal of his breath...
i am the crucifix, remnants of a gloried past in which we killed your god...
i am but a man... pin me to a wall and laugh, for i have died for nothing...
Hope you are doing ok.