They draw the blood from my veins
One drop at a time.
They draw the life from my body,
One breath at a time.
Hanging on this cross,
With fire in my wounds,
I scream out in my agony.
Hanging on this cross,
I scream for you
Your silence fails to comfort me.
I close my eyes. I see red.
Open my eyes. More red.
I call your name every time I break
But you have long forgotten me.
They told me people come and go
But you will always remain
Eloi, Eloi,
Lema Sabachthani?
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