Laid upon the masses
A device used in public display
To satisfy the power monger
Who harrasses
~
Little was known that one such act
Would inculcate spoken words
The angels wrench in pain for it
Their wings bloody on loins that gird
It is to their horror of a suffering pain
Blood flows freely down this tree
Grief is no longer hiding in the shadows
It is out in the open for all to see
Nails of iron that pierce the flesh
Cannot keep this good man down
The executioner wields the hammer of torture
Within is his placated frown
It will take more than iron nails posted upon a tree
Piercing some flesh-drawing some blood
Putting all men on one knee
The words and their meaning will live on
Singing into the many hearts and their ears
Under this sky-a man will die
For the sake of a world's fears
Energy and spirit cannot be touched
The soul cannot be taken by force
It is the harmony that wins against variance
In due time all things take their course
~Moses~
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