EmmanuelA Poem by Samael
They call him Emmanuel
Sacrificial lamb- From his wrists- He will wash the people with his blood Rinsing my fingerprints off their souls Through dark eyes I watch his face, Worshipped in his manger So sweet, little baby, sleep- Blink those child eyelashes Like you don't know you're King Not today, young one, But someday- I'll see you nailed upon that cross Tears in your eyes- As they hail you king- King- With the crown of thorns
© 2019 SamaelAuthor's Note
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