Vindicate

As lips part, unleashed dogs rip and wrought.
Choking on the tiniest thought.
That burn away nirvanic benediction.
And grabs the wood for your own crucifixion.
For a pox you are in eyes of scarlet tension.
A strangled lie of incomprehension.
That simmers to a sinner’s plea.
The fragile-ness of complexity.

12/10/202218/05/2022 by Mark Ryan Categories: christ, crucifixion, religionTags: complex, crucifiction, cruicifixion, devil, forgiveness, god, guilt, hate, jesus, liar, lie, love, nirvana, poem, Poetry, religion, rhyme, scarlett, tension, vindicate 6 Comments