TW: Christian theme

The blade shimmered

in the blazing sun

the crowd shimmered more

with what they’d consider joy

as Hope squirmed under

the Headsman’s axe

Faith and Love lay

lifeless in a sorry heap

at the mass of feet

the world roared

with what they’d consider glee

all the while they questioned

why they felt so emptied

and Peace was brought

with fiery chains

to the place where

we go when we stare

a tad too long

into our own eyes

and the Son shimmers

on the edge of our soul

though we walk away

and bring down the axe

on what we’d consider

Being Alive