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Happy Bleeding Easter?!

Happy Bleeding Easter?!

Like vultures,
Awaiting their prey,
Like savages,
Beasts from their cave,
Laceration to his flesh,
Dear Mary,
Painfully wept,
From sorrow to strength,
With faith, he then undressed,
God is love,
Is this not enough?
Through streets, 
Beaten, to the dusty concrete ground,
His own life, dripping from his crown,
Missiles thrown at will,
Cowards living in sin!
Slaughtered from non believers,
Tortured by barbaric heathens!
Crushed by the cross, 
Passion was never lost! 
He promised paradise, 
Asking God to forgive those who crucify him,
Telling his mother, something new will begin,
I'm far from being a preacher,
But, what has become of Easter?
Why has is it became so commercialized?
Something new? 
Maybe our faith or souls need sterilized,
I think we'll never find our way to perfection,
But, 
Should we start learning more about the resurrection?
Whether you're a believer or not, 
It's not about chocolate eggs!
It's about the man, bleeding on the cross...

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sparrowsong

Hello Wayne...

Amen my friend!

Fantastic write!

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks very much sparrow, I'm not much of a faithful person, if I'm honest, I'm a bit of an agnostic I think, I wrote this piece objectively and what I thought might of happened or what people might of felt, thanks again for your comment ??????

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