Redemption Tower
Taste of
discourse
not given
freely, up
Yielding to:
lash and
backlash
whip- lash out
Microcosm
in the depth of
pain-filled eye
Cry: the crimson
taint hung
loosely about:
Vertical Savior
You first must
build your cross
before you may
hang upon it.
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