THE CROSS PROSPECTIVE

I'VE BEEN THROUGH PAIN, ALMOST GONE INSANE; AND THE THOUSAND TEARS THAT HAVE DAMPENED MY WOODEN TEXTURE, HAVE MADE ME STRONGER. I STAND TALL AND PROUD, MY MEANING HEARD NICE AND LOUD. AS I, LEAN AGAINST THE WALL MY EYES WATCH HIM AS HE HEALS THE SICK, CURES THE WOUNDED, AND PROCLAIMS HIS LOVE.
I CAN FEEL HIS LOVE, THROUGH MY STIFF WOODEN BODY. BUT THE SOUND OF THE SCREAMS OF THE ONE WHO WAS NAILED TO ME, ECHOES WITH IN. FOR HE HOLDS ALL THE PAIN, AND STILL NO STAINS REMAINED. AS THE NAILS HIT ME, I CRINGE. I AM NOW FEELING FOR TWO, FOR OUR BLOOD AND SKIN HAVE MIXED. AS THE HEARTBEAT DIES, I BEGIN TO LOOSE MY SELF.
THE LIFE WITH IN ME, IS SLOW ELY DYING, MY NICE WOODEN BODY NOW LIFELESS AND COVERED WIT CRUSTED BLOOD. THE TIME COMES, AND HIS SOUL HEADS-UP TO HEAVEN; I AM DEAD, BUT THE MEMORIES OF THE LIFE HE LEAD, WILL STAY INSIDE ME FOREVER. FOR AS I WATCHED HIM CLOSELY, I HEARD HIM, AND WATCHED HIM DIE.
AND HE CAME WITH PAIN IN HIS HEART, AND TEARS IN HIS EYES; WITH THORNS IN HIS HEAD, AND NAILS IN HIS HANDS AND FEET. HE CAME WITH BLOOD ON HIS SKIN, AND HOLES IN HIS BODY,BUT MOST OF ALL HE CAME TO DIE FOR THE ONES HE LOVED.

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