Jesus
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Chloe Everingham, Grade 5
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Poetry
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2022
As I was spiked by thorns,
The pain screamed through my limbs.
I was breathing so heavily,
As I was hung up on the rotten cross.
My body was torn, red drops made a puddle,
But I still hung there,
With my eyes filled with love.
As people were watching me being crucified,
They were crying and weeping goodbyes.
As I was saying, “Father, why do I have to go through this?”
It was getting darker and darker.
I have thrown their sins away,
My father is so far away.
Now I will awake in 3 days,
So, everyone will be amazed!