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Flames dance and frolic about like sprites

Caressing my face in a gentle warm glow

Leaning over to pick a rose

Admiring all the beauty that grows

Encapsulating life in its ebb and flows

Here in my garden of crucified Nazarenes

Nails in the forearms

Feet straddled to the sides

Spears that pierce the ribs and make their home inside

Spikes hammered in place

Hooks skewering the face

They weep

Blood and tears mix

Nourishing the roses

That thrive alongside the river styx

A sacrilegious act

An affront to God

Blood and tears mix

Nourishing the roses

Here in my garden of crucified Nazarenes

Patrons are drunk and watch with merriment and cheer

The spectacles one could witness here

The children of Christ whimper

As collars are put around their necks

They are held down to the earth

Meant to bow with their backs convexed

A frisson of fear

Bathed in the excretions of swine

Adorned in the most lavish garbs of beasts

Our utmost honored guests

Worried to death by dogs unleashed

A child left alone to rip the wings of butterflies

To snap the necks of angels

Snuff out the light in someone's eyes

The power in these hands to senselessly strangle

Strolling along a pristine marble path.

Leaning over picking at the flora

A frail man begging from atop the cross

The silhouette of an eagle soaring in the night sky

Wailing I set flame to his feet

To cast light on the rest to bear witness

From Gabriel's horn not one note

For my past transgressions God has not smote

Spit from the womb of the whore of Babylon

Forsaken now in the jaws of the Fallen son

Thy kingdom come

Thy will be done

On earth as it is in hell