Love came down
In a humble man
To save the world
Best He can
He was betrayed
By someone He loved
And with just one kiss
Love was cuffed
Like a common thief
With sticks and swords
He was captured
By those He'd taught
They ganged up
To bring Him down
The King, wearing thorns
A bleeding crown
Humiliated and beaten
Before the cock crowed
He was betrayed
Three times in a row
And even when the nails
Were hammered through
He still did nothing
He did what He needed to
Yet they mocked Him
Laughing as His blood spills
They called Him names
As He hung between criminals
Love came down
To be broken
Love hurt
Just for the broken
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The Mixed Bag
PoetryMixed Bag - Something that has both good and bad parts. This is my mixed bag of poetry from the mixed bag that is my mind. Highest Ranking: #415 in Poetry [May contain dark content. Read at own risk.]
