The Face of Tragedy

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By: Spencer DiSparti

Silent tears fall upon the blind,

Their naked sins drip down thy flesh.

Hands impaled by ignorance.

Thy forsaken heart does hear the end

With eyes somber gaze of a weeping grove,

Amid the bleeding thorns and stones.

Wounds of hate splinter deep within

From the stained cross, the spirit ascends.

And in thy death may the world be forgiven.

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