throbbing, swelling, pulling, pulling... pulling
as we dragged the devil into the light
Christ's body
heaving with last- oh, why are we forsaken?
crucified to bring justice
a Woman, beaten with a bat, robbed
in front of St. Gert's
pain, pain, pain
encircling us
as we dip our hands into the wound
and believe it is Christ's body
gasping and broken
hope seems far and small
a pure light shining in an unreachable distance
where is the resurrection now
why are we stuck at Friday
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