Blood, Sweat and Tears

I watched through the window into yesterday 

Innocent you, 

Abused like a virgin in a lare of sadists. 

Fragile, sacred you, 

Broken, shattered, grounded 

In a repeated smash of rage 

Butchered, like a dear 

Caught in a trap of fangs, 

Moaning, writhing, groaning 

In blood, sweat and tears 

Muttering for strength to keep on. 



Lord of creation, 

I watched you stagger on to greatness 

Falling, crawling then rising 

To stagger and fall again and again 

With a will like something that holds all things together 

But as an Offering could not sustain it's alter on the way to sacrifice. 



King of glory, 

I saw them mess you up; naked 

Deformed, ridiculed and dirty, 

You stank like a corpse, 

Whip, dust and curses gracing 

Your triumphant entry into Golgotha. 



I saw you skewered and roasted 

Then served to mother Earth, 

But in her bowel never digested 

So she purged you out the third day 



Tell me you did it for the name 

Tell me you enjoyed it but in disguise.

Tell me this picture has more impasto 

Or else tell me it was but a journey of Love.