Spike Hammer Crush

crown of thorns

Bruise, crush, pierce.
Thorns bear down
A hate-woven crown
pressed upon the head
of the One who loves fierce.

Spike, hammer,
splintered beam.
Red flows down,
a washing stream.

Hell invaded.
Keys are taken
Back.
The world goes black.
The world waits.

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