FOR TWO THOUSAND YEARS
I keep crossing out
crucified verbs
from my dictionary
I strike like lightening
wear out my tongue-lashing
all for nothing
dew dawn nothing
in my pores
I lick our sores
still the image
becomes obscure
I could've risen
two thousand years ago
but where's the cure
for when I died my past
came to naught
with(out) you I wouldn't last
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