Christ spoke to me from the gallows
And burned a hole in my heart.
He said I'd never be the same again,
I'd always feel pain.
He set me apart from my fellows.
He's nailed me to a system of belief
That brings me endless grief.
Christ speaks to me from the gallows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
J.C.died at thirty-three. He doesn't speak to me Aged ninety-three.