Crucifixion

Damn my conscience,
Let’s crucify it.
I’m no carpenter but
I could do a cross justice.
We will feed it vinegar
In a sponge on a stick.
We can barter its things
While doing parlor tricks.
And when it’s gone
The earth won’t shake
But my forsaken heart
Will break.
Evil will commence
its march within.
And I’ll be gone.
I’ll feel no sin.

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