Cruciform - Enterprise Earth

I spend my last day on earth enjoying the last bit of beauty it has to offer.

Sitting in the sunlight as the final nails are hammered into my coffin.

I accept my fate of damnation.

I await it with anticipation.

The crows perch on the trees above,

as if they could preconceive the spilling of my blood.

When I look into their faces.

I see the empty spaces.

The crows tore out their eyes.

Torn out before they could die.

My father had prepared a place for me.

Nailed to the wood of a rotting tree.

Placed upon my head.

A crown of thorns.

All hail the king of the dead.

The fury of god strikes down upon the earth.

Marking the beginning of the planet’s rebirth.