Barbed Halo

Sat, 10/04/2014 - 16:06 -- Chapps

Spit on the back of a Barbed Halo

They intend to break something they wont

As they pound on false salvation

Soon begins slow suffocation

Other knees broke speeding the process

Not a bone in him could be broken


Spit on the back of a Barbed Halo

Physical captor, its spirit shows

His true love and true passion

Endured nails, thirty nine lashings 

They dont realize it's their burden

He took and was burried with him


Crossed staves show the weight

Clouds roll in and they pray


Remember me


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