A tortured life indeed,
Shatterd pains of glass.
Frequented with death,
Alas despair abounds.
From the darkness he prevails,
A saint among men.
Risen from the ashes,
A child is born.
The mecurial son,
A sanctioned divinity,
Such secrets witheld.
The tombs of past loss.
A ravaged entity,
The scar apparent.
Lashes, 1..2..3,
Why do it to the?
A tradegy indeed,
Gone as he came.
Crucified among the living,
Tortured once again.