I am nailed to the crucifix, <br />and set on fire, <br />am bleeding to death, <br />and the poisoned water <br />burns my throat, <br />a raised gun aims my heart, <br />arrows crisscross my torso, <br />an axe is raised to chop my head.. <br />leave me alone, <br />without all these too....i am already dead!<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/extreme-cataclysm-1/
