I carried the cross of Jesus,
stood inside the Nazi camps.
i fled with many at Hiroshima,
died again and again in the jungles
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Your suffering following the cross of Jesus...great poem, Eric..
This was like reading a horrors guide of the 20th century and finding no end of pain, its funny how Christ a model of the noble man is always exploited by those who would crucify him today. The salt of the earth continue to be spat upon, Love the path you went down, killer ending