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Pieces of Jesus

In pieces i fall , exposed at your feet, in pieces maybe but not in defeat.
Arms wide open, palms out turned, a crown of thorns and sunbleached burned,
Unbreathing, undone, another nail and the damage is done.
Is the king of the jews , the salt of the earth?, or is he the devil in robes standing on hallowed turf.
We follow like an addict to the needle, like a scalpal to the vein, the joker behind the mask trying to ease his inner pain.
A handfull of nails, a crown of bloody thorns, a game of lost chances and jesus with horns.
Written by jenniferjoy (ross l)
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