They persecute me

like Jesus with

holes in my hands

reminding me that I was

a savior walking on dead bodies

The only thing they feared

were my intentions,

fazed by the silence,

no choice but to assume there’s hidden motives.

“It’s me against the world”

and they would crucify my actions

for their dirty deeds.

I suffered so I could surpass their animosity

with blood flowing through my eyes

covering their sins just to save them.

©AKD

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