"ONCE AGAIN"
God was nailed to a tree, how doth An imperishable, yet permissive, God Containeth all his immeasurable lifespan A righteous red Till somehow He becometh grotesque A thin shape by a dark notion in a foul game That is what they ideated, at least He, a whole upon whom cracked-crystal blame was laden He, an echo in a cave, "Love is blind," said, In a sense, no? "Love is blind," said In a sense? No! No, no. Did He not Haveth perfect sight then? And still refrained from striking back? God approved it all, when no such love In ugly gamble for cloth summed for man Did much more than that Refrained from false breath, for the absolution, His body the canvas of a mea culpa Something. It was something else, God thou displayed us no severity Thou cared not for thy harsh ultraviolet hands, tucked away along with a smile To saveth us and unchaineth us Once again.