Crimson
the blood on the hands of the Saviour
Ebony
the sky is midnight yet it is day
Paradox
God? Man?
Mangod
power to create the universe; limitless
Drained
drained to a last few grasps for breath,
a few final words spoken
the journey through humanity now complete.
Many see, but how many see God?
So few understand what goes on here...
soldiers clad in armor specked with blood
callously cast lots below this man.
Do they understand?
NO!
But for one,
a piece of wood enters into the limitless void of
history as the symbol that cannot...
"Surely this man was..."
By: Lucky to be Irish