I am awaiting nothing.
I am awaiting the executioner.
I can imagine that this is how Jesus felt
When he walked up to the hill.
Crucified.
Upside down.
You are every thorn biting into my skull.
Every burden that the universe holds upon my shoulders.
Every nail into my body and every pain felt in this world.
But do I forgive you?
Crucified
Upside down.
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