~Pain~
(No
Greater Love)
If it’s for my Children
Take my hands,
drive the nails nine inches deep
If it’s for my Children
Bind my feet,
stick the nails nine inches deep
If it’s for my Children
Take your spear, pierce my flesh till the blood it runs down
If it’s for my Children
Mock me and bruise me, beat me and break me
Drive the thorned and earthen crown into my brow
If it’s for my Children
Raise me on a cross of splintered wood, and leave me to hang
and die
If it’s for my Children
Give me pain, take my last breath and my prayers
If it’s for my Bride take my life
~
A poem By L.C. Bellami, circa the late 90’s