Crown Of Thorns Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I thought my brain was frozen like my
heart - but now I find my brain is made
of stone useless for analytic computer,
my brain fails - anxiety the bane of my
life - completely defenseless against
arrogance, open threat & aggression

Coming from a perfect saint teaching
creed to the Pharisees of Jerusalem
as she has never made a mistake in
her life - as she believes - and has a
mission to burn me at the stake since
I'm a heathen Pratchett acolyte who

Claims we made up the gods & that
includes her god also - thus Sisters
Self-Righteous and Apartheid-Jane
find it offensive that I use their divine
godliness in prayer and obtain results
YET I refuse to bow to church creed

I'm a bent reed Christ refused to break
BUT now they'll show Him how they'll
crucify the sinner they identified & I'm
as mute before my divine persecutors
as Christ was - though anxiety makes
my muscles twitch - and wonder now

Did Christ with his Crown of Thorns -
feel the same?