The Pain Of Christ Poem by Neeraj Alaria
The Pain Of Christ
They beat me up, black and blue
They gave me wounds, and it is true
A crown of thrones, is over my head
They gave me whips, when i gave them bread.
They stripped me naked, and spat on me.
They call me God, now they confess to me.
Monday, April 2, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: jesus
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Never believe in statues but the path that they followed that made then what they are now. Sacrifice makes you great.
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