Love Poem: Good Friday
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Written by: Arthur Vaso

Good Friday

Good Friday

Nailed to the cross
you all say it was a good Friday
It was not for me
my blood mocked by soldiers
nor was it good for you
you haven't learned
in ten thousand seasons
there is no Lord
only things you do not know
you claim glory
a bankrupt human emotion
I told you no to religion
you made me one
you will kill each other
to say I am love
You are nothing more than a simulation
in my child's bedroom
  You are less than ants
	in the scheme
of the universe
	Orthodox Russians
		Raging genocide
when will you learn?