I used to just watch Him bleed all over himself. I did not want to get near it. Yet it seemed to pure to be blood, like water that has been untouched.
It would drip to floor and splatter on my shoe. I knelt down to wipe it.
It seemed to coat my hand, an excess that would not wipe off.
There was a presence in the blood. One only explained by One.
Scorching insides, and feelings unknown filled me within.
I had seen what no man should go through.
I had found what every man had been looking for.
External Mortification. Internal Atonement
Mortal Shame. Immortal Beauty.
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