Cruciform

I spend my last day on earth enjoying the last bit of beauty it has to offer
Sitting in the sunlight as the final nails are hammered into my coffin
I accept my fate of damnation. I await it with anticipation
The crows perch on the trees above, as if they could preconceive the spilling of my blood

When I look into their faces
I see the empty spaces
The crows tore out their eyes
Torn out before they could die

My father had prepared a place for me
Nailed to the wood of a rotting tree

My father had prepared a place for me

Placed upon my head. A crown of thorns
All hail the king of the dead

The fury of God strikes down upon the earth
Marking the beginning of the planet's rebirth