"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.
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