Of Dead Monsters and Crucified Saviors

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enlight1I felt God in every knife stroke.
Choirs of angels rejoicing
And repeating resounding joys
As light faded from his eyes.

The heavy hand of holiness,
Anointed my lips
In living copper waters;
A baptism of blood
Washing me completely clean.

I’ll walk barefoot
Down the palm lined road
To my crucifixion.
Martyred and nailed.
Raised before the gates
That the world might see.

They’ll make a devil of me.
Cast first stones
On cat o nine whips.
And when into God’s hands
I commit my spirit,
I’ll walk into the light
With messiah on my lips.

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About St Basil Z Fish

Curator of the strange and incredibly awkward. A rambling writer with the misguided notion he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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