Nails


Nails driven through His feet
A spear through my heart
Like raw flesh torn
By savage piranhas

Carpenter's nails
Hammered souls to His side
Vinegar of truth He
Spits out

A crown of thorns
Pierced His brow
Slain, crimson blood flowed
Before we drowned

Nail-scarred hands, open wide
The last breath can be your first

Hear it? Hear it?

Come drink the sacrifice of
Love

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