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Them, Three crosses for a reason
Them
By Stephen newell
A whirlpool of colour,
Predominantly red, and flesh,
Preoccupies my mind.
It used to be just black and white,
Frozen in sterile time.
The cinematic tornado of what life is
Accuses.
Unable, yet, to stop the moments of self blame
And face the abyss of blackness
-Them.
By
Stephen newell
Three crosses for a reason
By Stephen newell
God steals everything
God is the ultimate thief of all.
Like tendrils of darkness,
Whispers of smoke,
He steals into each heavenly bent mind and bends it.
Chokes it into submission.
Pride, Anger,
None of the above accept by Him!
Praise the Lord for all his grace given gifts!
Like the Grinch at Christmas he returns only what he steals.
Cruelty your name surely is christ.
By
Stephen newell