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