Prefero, Tolero, Absortio

Drops of blood for sweat,

For every human regret,

And more lies ahead yet:

Guilt crushing down,

A cursing, mocking crown

And loss of all gown.

Into the body, drive the nails.

The pain of the body pales

To a pain a world’s guilt entails.

Lama Sabachthani!

Why have you forsaken me?

The end, I wish but wane to see.

But, please, forgive them.

Cleanse them of their sin.

They do not know whom they condemn.

Still, it is anguish.

My pain has increased, not diminished.

But victory rings still for IT IS FINISHED!

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Prefero, Tolero, Absortio

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