Category: Writers Block
I am shamed and am blamed for a crime I didn't commit.
They hate me for my purity, they hate me for my innocence.
A thousand people gather round, maybe two thousand, maybe more.
Some think its justice, but most want blood and gore.
They geer at me and shout, "Crucify! Crucify!"
"He's no innocent, die, die, die!"
My hands and feet are nailed to a cross. They already see blood loss.
They beat me, whip me, and spit in my face.
They curse the ones around me, and laugh at my father's name.
I can feel the brutality, I feel the blood flow and pain.
But I don't speak a word for Heaven's a great gain.
My brutalized blood stained body is now placed in a tomb.
They hope I'll rot in hell and suffer impending doom.
But at this I laugh for its nothing but lies. For three days later, I ascend to Heaven, and rise!
I am the one who conquered the grave! And Jesus Christ is my name!
love it who ever wrote it has done an awesome job, verry good.
Thanks! I wrote that myself. Please spread the word so others can see.
Nice one. I like the wording of it. It creates very strong imagery.
Thanks. I did that so people could see that even though it wasn't pretty, it had a good ending in the end.
I agree with the others. Very vivid imagery.
No kidding. This is your best one, IMO. The rhythm, rhyming scheme, and imagery were all great. Good job.
Alison
Like I said, thanks and spread the word around.
Sure thing, no problem.
That post is very touching to the heart and just thinking about it makes me eealize that know one on this earth is perfect but the one who is, is Jesus.