He hangs alone
stripped of all he had,
naked and vulnerable.
I am an offering.
A crown of thorns,
a body pierced and torn,
still he thirsts for souls.
I am an offering.
Avenging angels wait
for his command.
Instead he speaks forgiveness.
I am an offering.
Death, forever hungry,
leaps at the prize
and eternal life begins.
I am an offering.
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