Ropes are tied to both pulsating wrists

digging deep into flesh and scarring white bone

a crowd of onlookes raise hell

as the beautiful spectacle before them

a holy sacrifice to the judgers

penance for those mistaken as prophets

destruction in the hands of the lost

wild eyed horses are lashed to action

their bridles are made of greed

their blinders are studded with fear

whips of knotted confusion leap forth

and rake the back of the chosen

as he bellows discontent.

Bones splinter

Flesh rends

Eyes burn

Throat sends

a plea for their forgiveness.

All that is left

is a stain of black

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