Garden of Crucified Nazarenes

Flames dance and frolic about like sprites Caressing my face in a gentle warm glow Leaning over to pick a rose Admiring all the beauty that grows Encapsulating life in its ebb and flows Here in my garden of crucified Nazarenes Nails in the forearms Feet straddled to the sides Spears that pierce the ribs and make their home inside Spikes hammered in place Hooks skewering the face They weep Blood and tears mix Nourishing the roses That thrive alongside the river Styx A sacrilegious act An affront to God Blood and tears mix Nourishing the roses Here in my garden of crucified Nazarenes Patrons are drunk, and watch with merriment and cheer The spectacles one could witness here The children of Christ whimper as collars are put around their necks They are held down to the earth Meant to bow with their backs convexed A frisson of fear Bathed in the excretions of swine Adorned in the most lavish garbs of beasts Our utmost honored guests Worried to death by dogs unleashed A child left alone to rip the wings of butterflies To snap the necks of angels Snuff out the light in someone's eyes The power in these hands to senselessly strangle Strolling along a pristine marble path Leaning over picking at the flora A frail man begging from atop the cross The silhouette of an eagle soaring in the night sky Wailing I set flame to his feet To cast light on the rest to bear witness From Gabriel's horn not one note For my past transgressions God has not smote Spit from the womb of the whore of Babylon Forsaken now in the jaws of the Fallen son Thy kingdom come Thy will be done On earth as it is in hell