RED: A SONNET
RED: A SONNET
Stripes split his skin;
Every strike cutting through his veins,
Till his strength was stretched thin.
O such a great pain for lives lived in vain!
Crown of thorns pierced his skull,
His white garment turns crimson.
Crucify him was the call,
Then he was chained and cast into prison.
Covered in bruise, soaked in blood;
He didn’t dream of such a night.
Lord of sea, conquered by the flood.
He will rise to shine as light.
Though he has died and bled,
His love took my stead.
Lemuel.
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