Conqueror

Fiery swords, have cut you through. Your whole being, has been ripped apart Mighty forces fight for your soul But as if with nine lives, you have survived again and again. Because you were meant to live To live and be free of stinging bees and malady; So you rise to be a towering tree …

Going to Golgotha

The twisted thorns were on his head; Pints of red blood were oozing out. You could hear him groan as the whips’ thongs coiled and lacerated his frail, suffering body Broken, He’d falter and fall and kneel and rise again as He dragged the wooden cross; laden with the people’s sins But they jeered on, …