I am nailed to the crucifix,
and set on fire,
am bleeding to death,
and the poisoned water
burns my throat,
a raised gun aims my heart,
arrows crisscross my torso,
an axe is raised to chop my head..
leave me alone,
without all these too....i am already dead!
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/extreme-cataclysm-1/
