My heart burned, crucified, <br />Pierced by the arrow of rejection, <br />Ripped away by satin himself, <br />Why do I feel the pain of exception, <br />stitch by stitch, <br />Thorn by thorn, <br />They will never justify upon my guilt, <br />Fire burning me down from redemption, <br />My soul torn out of my carcass from which I have built, <br />The torture I indulge Satin takes to his satisfaction, <br />God washes my heart in the river of rejection, <br />Flowing and trapping it in satin's burning quilt, <br />Never to venture in the pits of hell terrified, <br />For the ace of spades is the card I am dealt, <br />In satin's world there is only death, <br />No resurrection, <br />So take me devil to the gates of filth<br /><br />Thomas Ramirez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crucified-heart/
