INRI - Besieged

The stripes on Your back, the

Blood on Your face, the holes in

Your hands, the love in Your

Eyes;

This was for me — the

Undeserving.

And with a new found

Fire I will shine

My God, My

God, why have I forsaken you?

I

Owe You my life in exchange for

Your death.

A sentence, marked for

Me, bound Your hands and sealed

Your fate.

The shackles, meant for

Me, hung from Your feet

Burn

This wall down — burn it to the

Ground.

Bring me to my knees

My

God, My God, why have I forsaken

You?

Take this from me.

Your blood

Is enough to cover my hands