The Faggot on a Cross

Cast all your fears

all you worries and doubts

a man who pretends to be God…

 

nailed to a 2 x 4

worshipped by a saint

a principle for which I hate…

 

to act as if innocent

of a crime you were to commit

promising heaven, to those who would submit…

 

a dictator you were,

a socialist most definitely,

and still your grace so moving…

 

the faggot on a cross,

a prince of most high,

to what do we owe this honor…

About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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