A Heavy Presence Awaits

A heavy presence awaits
The Excavator of life
Abducting breath
Inducing death
Leaving so many behind
Pondering why
So soon
So cruel
So unreasonable
Fervent rage burrows
Into the depths
Of the last safe haven in the soul
Because death
Is always negative
Unfair and unexpected
Searching for one to blame
It must be You
An awareness of loss
Forces the living to question
The importance in life
You suffered
And so lovely
The Excavator comes grinning
Nailing the world’s shame
To Your molested blameless figure
Taint layering in multitudes
Upon a celestial lamb
Bloody red with beauty
Enduring while hanging
Knowingly birthing
Eternal change
Your death
The very first positive

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