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Popping acid with Jesus
we both stared
at the scars
on his wrist
we both watched
the nails
as they were
hammered
into his soul
we both saw
the blood
spray the crowd
gathered at his feet
we both pleaded
for God's
love and mercy
we both listened
to the silence
that filled
the heavens
in reply
we both sighed
why hath thou
forsaken us?
then...
we watched Mary
drop her robe
and beckon us
back to bed
Harry Rout
Published 24th Mar 2023
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24th Mar 2023 8:31am
24th Mar 2023 12:15pm
24th Mar 2023 3:22pm
I agree with Josh and LJ. There is something so honestly nihilistic to the rendering.
24th Mar 2023 3:38pm
Hey there, Harry!
How could anyone resist stopping by to read, with a killer title like this one!?!? It begs to be read.... and for good reason. I forgot how beautifully impactful and poignant your ink is.... This is a stunner and it feels even more so perhaps with Easter right around the corner.... I'm not a practitioner of any religion but that idea wasn't lost on me...
It's a breath of fresh air, seeing you— maybe stick around a bit!??
Hope you are doing well... you've been missed!
🌹 💙
How could anyone resist stopping by to read, with a killer title like this one!?!? It begs to be read.... and for good reason. I forgot how beautifully impactful and poignant your ink is.... This is a stunner and it feels even more so perhaps with Easter right around the corner.... I'm not a practitioner of any religion but that idea wasn't lost on me...
It's a breath of fresh air, seeing you— maybe stick around a bit!??
Hope you are doing well... you've been missed!
🌹 💙
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