Seconds feel like hours
Each tick of the clock stick sharp in one's side like violent ice picks
Can't breathe...
oxygen feels like sharp rocks
when lungs colapse
taking in and pushing out
Love
The heat equivilant to that of
a torture chamber
of luciferian idol worshipers
who have captured
Catholic Evangelists
persecuting them for their beliefs
of
Love . . .
Absolute.
The heat -
Sweat droplets of blood.
Di-hydrogen monoxide is non-exist ant
in this atmosphere of uncertainty
My eyelids have become sandpaper
scratching my cornea
with each blink -
visions of the love
we once shared
I let you capture me
willingly
I allowed you to beat me -
Crown me with thorns
...
Crucify me
...
Spear in my side
Forgive her
For she knows not what she did
This pain is
Agony in the Garden
-All is Love
-Feel-X
