Friday, July 3, 2015

So Many Hills



The mutilations must continue,
39 revolutions just isn't enough,

-call him a soldier, hero 
Or visionary leader,
He's willing and eager
For another flagellation

You've  sentineled the doorway to keep the stumbling  moving,
I've donned my home with a fresh crown of thorns,
Well paint the streets red in victorious celebration,
We've prepared the martyr for a new monument.

In harmonious strained voices sing praise and for wisdom, our prayers have been answered, as the candles are lit.
A hill isn't sanctified without a cross and a sacrifice, 
God Must Be with us, our blood has been spilt. 
 

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