Eli Eli lama sabachthani.
At the table of bread and love we shared
Eli Eli lama sabachthani.
In the garden of tears and futile prayers
Eli Eli lama sabachthani
On the soft lips of a betrayer friend
Eli Eli lama sabachthani.
Echoing in words drifting across a fire
Eli Eli lama sabachthani.
On the cutting edge of a mortal spear
Please take this cup away from me
The bitterness is overwhelming me
Let me find another less painful way
Fear unbearable, the price I pay
The merciless tide of destiny pushing me Passage of torturous death awaiting me
I fall, I pray, I cry
I die
It is done
I have become
imaginal 
There’s a free flowing brilliance to this piece that deserves me noting it. Well written. Kudos.
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